1644 c/o Shaun Gannon

Nine Haiku

you make the fire
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.