t e n  m i n u t e s  o f  d a w n
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H A I K U / S E N R Y U
BRUNEAU  CAIRNS 

though the clouds
are stacked like cairns
over Bruneau Dunes...
Have we lost our way ?


Dew of the dead cat
left the ghost of his body
behind on the road.


crucifixion is
certainly gruesome-
though what I hate are the flies...
JAPANESE DEATH POEM

...these flies will know me
more intimately
than any guess could suffice.
                                                                                                         
N E X T
(c) copyright Louis Pirro & the Bonsai Sake Club 1997-2003


the tall dried flowers
shudder in a winter breeze-
long shadows at night


I camped a clearcut
where atop the razor's edge
I see what they saw
IDAHO KOAN

Monk: "Master,  what is Zen?"
Master: "Through the dams a salmon
   returns upstream !"


Civilization
is the fat painted lady
rolled in an alley
COFFEE KOAN

The people walk by...
I blow them kisses
through the smoke.
A  HAZE

The smog cloaks a crow...
It masks the pine
and those perfumed;
but reveals again
my dissatisfaction.
THE  WASP

Monk: "Master,  what is Zen?"
Master: "Through the flame a wasp
   returns to it's nest !"


ten minutes of dawn:
the eternity that fuels
a world in passage...
B A C K