short night
the end of a long
foggy day
*
short night
his stomach was on the fritz
chicken soup
*
short night
i was red, he was green
parcheesi
*
short night
he beat me again
two out of three
*
short night
a movie: no cussin’ no sex
tender mercies
*
short night
end of a just another day
lights out
Buson is another great haiku poet. He was also a very distinguished painter. His poems are painterly in several senses—visually intense with a certain cool and powerful aesthetic detachment and a love of color. In his writing, there is also a sense of life playing out. This morning i came across a series of eleven haiku that all begin with the line, “the short night”. I was inspired.
