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Henro
senryu
I have lost
the tick
tock of the town
I have
gained some sunshine
the chanting
of monks or sometimes just one
and
sometimes so good
it must be a
recording
little pine
yearning from the forest path
it’s not my
foot
to kick you
away
‘beware of
wasps’ the sign says now
mukashi mukashi made your own way
today the
same birds sing
dragon’s
drool
to cleanse
hands, face
arriving at
temples along the way
a sky always
starts
from the top
of your head
the way of
the mountain is up
you think
you have been before
because you
always were
on the way
an old man
along the track
guessed that
I was 70
he was 79
what use
coins for stone?
for the
dead?
who would
think to ask?
a day
beginning is hope
so sun says
here comes a
little cloud
her face
stricken panic
too much
empathy
‘there is no
shop on the mountain’
an hour’s
walking
and the sign
shows next temple still the same distance
the pilgrim
learns patience this way
I can hear
the top of the tree
but I can’t
see
the crow
presiding
henro korogashi
a lovely day
to fall down on the mountain
autumn and
all in flower
thin walls
of winter
abandoned
now
we live another
age
the house is
falling down
everything
of the moment
remains
along the way
car
approaching on a mountain road
the stream
below
much louder
great
dinosaur claws of the rubble world
whose
blossoms declaring
this sun?
everyone’s
always saying they’re rude
they’re
not
but the
seat is too warm
a wasp buzz
of monks
far past now
the temple is
still far away
sometimes a
ladder
rots as you
climb
that’s how
the days fall away
patient
loudspeaker voice through the village
no knowing
why this gentle insistence
I must be at
fault
as if
waiting for the world to end
gulp it down
while it’s
bright
a voice in
the headlong rush
says
we will soon
be arriving
DIY sacred,
temple lavish
dogs and
cats bow
cars at a
signal too
two ducks
take off
for some
time with the sky
later I hear
them land
boys
own natsukashii
ride a big
bike into the desert
run out
petrol and die
here, as elsewhere
vanished in
the little sky
each holds
in the hand
only gaijin
here syndrome
or I mistake
a vow of silence
turns out he
was Austrian
ants have made their way
to the top
of the mountain
humbly I
follow their lead
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