Haiku Friday! Basho Edition

By the old temple,
peach blossoms,
a man hulling rice.

 

 

Taking a nap,
feet planted
against a cool wall.

 

 

The hollyhocks
lean toward the sun
in the May rain.

 

 

The dragonfly
can’t quite land
on that blade of grass.

 

 

Fifth-month rain–
poems pasted to the wall, peeled off,
leave traces.

 

 



Versions edited by Robert Hass

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