Under the Bashō 2017

 

my parents leave
a silent house behind ...
memories rattle
 
 
 
silent night ...
the dripping tap softly
shatters my peace
 
 
 
temple steps ...
searching for slippers
lost in the pile
 
 
 
flight overseas ...
22c opens his lunchbox
and takes me back home
 
 
 
train ride ...
the moon at the window
my only constant
 
 
 
overcast sky ...
i watch the bus leave
with my umbrella
 
 
 
ebb and flow...
in my footprints
the sea
 
 
 
afternoon heat
       the cuckoo’s silence
as piercing as his call