Haiku Sextet #1

I, though midsummer
chose anyway your spring song
knowing it was wrong.

For other love bound
the hand I placed in mine, and
to it I was blind.

To a walled garden
we broke out. Once, once only
and called it escape.

But my coat outlived
us. And they don’t even make
Them like they used to.

Lovely-haired mantis
you promised haven I was
lucky to survive.

Still this old wound, rough
I’m sad to see puckered up
you once tickled me there.

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