Haiku (August 1993)

I once bought a book on haiku and took a liking to Buson’s poetry. Buson was both painter and poet and as such, had a sharp eye. His haiku inspired me to write this on a brutal Summer day as I watch heat radiating off the highway. I think rather than using the traditional line breaks it flows better as two lines.

One never really knows if haiku written in English works or not, so if you think it does’t, keep it to yourself.

 

Even asphalt moves in rhythm,
With the august drone of cicadas.
 
 
 
 ©1993 Kent Gutschke.  All rights reserved.
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