10.23.2009

Basho

the hiss of tires
          on wet pavement
and the echo of engines
          in the hills
seems to me to be
poor accompaniment
when thinking
          of the traveling poet
          now dust for 300 years


i prefer instead
the patter of rain
          on the slate roof overhead
and the sound
          of the trees breathing
to mark the memory
of that great man





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