Haiku Purist Senryu
Haiku purist hunts
the landscape for poems on
his territory.
Haiku purist cuts
down trees if they slightly tilt
sensibilities.
Haiku purist walks
past your first true, pure haiku,
now covered in snow.
Haiku purist wants
haiku as ignorable
as winter-draped leaf.
Haiku purist claims
can call lightning, just chooses
to wait by window.
Haiku purist wants
last word to mother nature
slams door on thunder.
Haiku purist yells
to break ice seventeen times
till you fall to form.
Haiku purist tilts
like a broken weathervane,
devoid of purpose.
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