We have lost the rhythm
Of five seven five moras
The language is not the same

How do I write a haiku
With all its subtleties
And lean meanings

But I am not Japanese
And no I do not speak it
So blossoms are distinct

But there were two more lines in Tanka
I should be able to fashion a similarity

Perhaps not

In night heat they bloom
Screeching shatters sleep until
Symphonies prevail