Sipping Zen Tea Of Haiku Leaves

No rain nor sun, yet
Man with shaking umbrella
Walks in fear of both.

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Yea, though I walk through
the valley of cretins;
I shall fear no luddite
With my Basho poetry book

It shields me from
mindless derision
As I ascend to the sky
On floating free verse

From tears of sorrow
Spring flowers of hope
Crushing war machines
As soldiers recite prose

Patriots of poison
Die beside still waters
Where dreams that long to be
Overflow damned human dams

Another Basho new year
His sandals still the same
A scrumptious meal of truth
And we're home once again.