Under the Bashō 2016One-line Haiku

 

morning somehow I breathe in the morning

 

 

a super moon flicking cameras the super moon

 

 

the black lace of winter forest gateau on my tongue

 

 

forty years from another birthday candle smothers

 

 

self portrait dad's smile gone yellow

 

 

while the grasses hold fireflies on the windowsill

 

 

flowers for eternity the grave I couldn't find