For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass wither, and the flower thereof falls away:

1 Peter 1:24

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sadness overcomes her

saki bottle in hand

she bears witness

to your silence

you once described her 

as a lush

provocative 

Saki-swilling Geisha

with a lot to say

poking and prompting 

niggling and nagging her forte

I ache for her sadness

she is fading 

slipping

slipping

slowly away

who wants a used muse!

but it’s ok 

they’re still bottling saki

and sakura blossoms 

will always fall into clever Haiku

I thought she deserved a mention

for her excesses and inconstancies

love, Eaton