Days 6 through 12 were all written where I had no access to the internet so please find them here retrospectively.
This poem was started some time ago from when I was reading Japanese poetry and after finding it in my notebook decided to complete it.
To A Soldier
Like the Sakura
you bloomed for eight days in port,
then left my limbs bare.
Now my belly has grown fat
and kicks like a lobster trap.