Under the Bashō 2017

 

summer storm
the duster now
needs dusting

 

puddle splash
the buffalo and I
exchange a look


autumn's end
the frozen moon
lengthens the night


lunchtime
loneliness folded in
a warm casserole


lachrymal eyes
I
blame it on
sinusitis

 


prayer hall
my inner storms
crowd the silence


Lotus Temple
I
march with the crowd
in search of silence

 

unusual parting
broken to bits
yet I am

 

saying goodbye
her favourite perfume
lingers in air