The child cries at her breast.
And the mosquito also bites
The sleeping mother
Senna
With ink-stained lips,
The boy leaves his poem
For the cool outdoors
Basho
Stillness and solitude –
Sinking into stones,
The trill of cicadas
peter yarisford
peter yarisford
And melancholy sadness and tranquility (Sabi and Shori)
On a withered branch
A crow has settled.
Nightfall in autumn.
- Basho
no money in amy's bank account
she simply works at a hotel restaurant
surviving through water and leftover meals
-- K. d. hurley
