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Basho After the Rain
Look, oh waves so bright,
This hidden mess beneath stars
steps bare in your grass.
Oak leaves brush the bark.
Scattered squirrels, tatters of light,
question these footsteps.
As songless snap-birds,
fluttering bounced branches, you
whisper to a train.
This hidden mess beneath stars
steps bare in your grass.
Oak leaves brush the bark.
Scattered squirrels, tatters of light,
question these footsteps.
As songless snap-birds,
fluttering bounced branches, you
whisper to a train.
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