Nine Haiku
and I'll show you something wonderful:
a baby Bashō!
a Bashō
staggers out
of the peony.
a caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
still not a Bashō.
don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a Bashō.
from time to time
the clouds give rest
to the moon Bashōs.
taking a nap,
feet planted
against a cool Bashō.
winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
Bashōs singing.
a man, infirm
with age, slowly sucks
a Bashō.
what fish feel,
Bashōs feel, I don't know--
the year ending.
