haiku poetry

a little peach in the orchard grew
let us express our baser passions
let us pity those who are better off than we are
the fragrance came
if i were very sure
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
do you remember
she said
afraid no more, i say
softly now the light of day
they in the darkness gather and ask
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead