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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


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


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


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