BASHO

Even in Kyoto
Hearing the cukoos cry
I long for Kyoto

A snowy morning
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon

A group of them
gazing at the moon
not one face beautiful

They don’t live long
though you’d never know it
the cicadas cry

There is now a bookshelf of books (DON’T TAKE THESE it says) and they have a copy of The Essential Haiku.