
Mai Tiki Pavillion (from Target)
has fallen down
Now I can see the moon
all apologies to MATSUO BASHO
check out www.haikupoetshut.com/basho1.html
The world is a poem. Sentient beings write the world-poem every day, thus creating the world; breathing, dreaming, waking, walking, kissing, arguing, racing, crawling, on our knees, suspended in mid jump over a gutter, sleeping under a tree, toiling at work, digging deeper. Join me.
2 comments:
Hahahaa!!!! I love this.
I know, it's really silly, isn't it?
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