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An Urban Haiku from a Child of the 60′s….

Come on baby light my fire

dancing in the street

a fire escape overhead

Issa

This moth saw brightness
in a woman’s chamber–
burnt to a crisp.

- Issa

Basho

“When I speak
My lips feel cold -
The autumn wind.”

- Basho

from Basho…

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An Urban Haiku from a Child of the 60′s….

Come on baby light my fire

dancing in the street

a fire escape overhead

Issa

This moth saw brightness
in a woman’s chamber–
burnt to a crisp.

Basho

“When I speak
My lips feel cold -
The autumn wind.”

- Basho

from Basho…

Won’t you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.

Tag Archive

An Urban Haiku from a Child of the 60′s….

Come on baby light my fire

dancing in the street

a fire escape overhead

Issa

This moth saw brightness in a woman’s chamber– burnt to a crisp.

Basho

“When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.”

- Basho

from Basho…

Won’t you come and see loneliness? Just one leaf from the kiri tree.

This moth saw brightness
in a woman’s chamber–
burnt to a crisp.

“When I speak
My lips feel cold -
The autumn wind.”

Won’t you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.