Under the Bashō 2017

 

temple riots
there's a storm
in every silence 
 
 
my sister 
a solitary reed
on a twilit pond 
 
 
rag picker's hut 
on the roof 
unpicked rags
 
 
a swaying reed
the moonlit pond gathers
scattered ripples


 

choice of wallpaper...
the moist sapling whispers
into my ankle