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Poems a Long Way After Basho


ISSUE:  Summer 2011

I breathe the leaves of the basil
It has news for me—
For all my senses

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Old, I strive for wisdom
As the sage bush speaks, clearly,
Many-leaved, grey and silver

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Solace for my eyesight
The green leaves of borage
And its gentle blue flowers

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