summer grasses—
all that remain
of warriors’ dream
Basho Matsuo
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The body’s pain is transient
And it has been so
For many years now
Walking on moorland trails
Or with one’s imagination
Alongside the Great Wall of China
In shoes where the toes
Are necessarily pinched and cramped
In the half-light of dawn
Yet not yet ever at war
Therefore all that may remain
Is the nothingness
Which exists
Between the warring factions
For do they not all aspire
To find the scents
Of spring
And summer’s grasses
Also to be waiting in the wings
For autumn and winter’s
Dark ladies of seduction
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan