In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. — Ezra Pound
I am in here.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. — Ezra Pound
From Kurt over at The Coffee Sutras, an excellent haiku: Reading Basho late, a lone bird still sings outside– my bed is empty
(morning) red-bellied woodpecker and I greet each other in passing
white pebble 