The poet says she leaves the last one petal as is. I thought if only one petal was left, the result was simply obvious. The poet must be enjoying the feeling of afterglow of the girlish taste fortunetelling.
Why did I choose this haiku? Of course, it is because I like fortunetelling. And fortunetelling of all kinds, that is.
When pulling petals off a flower/
Daringly l leave the last one/
Translation and calligraphy by Chio
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