Perhaps Basho was the greatest teacher—
seventeen breath sounds for a jug of wine;
no tips on how to approach publishers;

no pissing contests for the greatest line.
Just forge the renga’s links and then drift off
along your lonely, narrow path again,

a lone figure approaching the Great North.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 22, 2012 @ 23:06:07

    the moon:
    I wandered around the pond
    all night long.


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