HOMAGE TO BASHŌ ~ The Atlantic

DAVID LEHMAN

PAUL SPELLA / THE ATLANTIC

The butterfly dips
its wings in aroma of
violet wild orchid.

Red plums of summer,
first green figs, so many ears
of corn eaten raw.

Leaves that left the trees
are litter now on the ground
in orange and yellow.

No one on this road
but me: It must be autumn
in the dark country.

Comes the freeze, and rain
falls all through the night and soaks
the morning paper.

Winter blows its white
storms across the hills: Even
monkeys need raincoats.

The spring night vanished
while we talked among cherry
blossoms and petals.

friendly people out there

Investigators are offering up to $5,000 for information leading to the identification, arrest, and conviction of those responsible for placing a black bear skin with head and a cardboard sign that read “from here to the lake black lives don’t matter” on an entrance sign to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Walland, TN, according to a release from the National Park.

old men laughing

was on my Socratic walk with an old friend this morning … didn’t get too far. He wasn’t feeling good so we stopped to rest when he said, ” I’ve been feeling like hell for awhile, you know I think I’m dying.” We looked at each other for a few seconds and broke out laughing … the great cosmic joke