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Oh Basho
August 4, 2010
by Mary Wehner
Today in the classroom there is
more moon bashing.
Forsake the airy for the real, a smart young teacher says
and the students scratch out all words that end with ache.
Fuck it, one says, I’ll write what I write. Birds clap
at the window — nothing’s more true
than the unforeseen wind.
Tonight in their love-nests the crows will swoon.
Mary Wehner is the author of …or the opposite, a letterpress chapbook, and three broadsides published by Red Hydra Press. She is published in various journals such as Southern Indiana Review, The Writer Magazine, Red River Review,and Arbor Vita. She is a founding member of The Foot of the Lake Poetry Collective and lives in Fond du Lac Wisconsin.
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Mary Wehner
This is terrific, Mary. Brava!
This is quite wonderful. :)
Oh, this was a fun read. And the line about scratching out all words that end in “ache” is sheer brilliance.
Thanks for your kind words. I was reading a fascinating article about Basho’s journey when I looked up to see a hugh moon rising through the trees, thus…
I agree with Peg – that line about scratching out is really lovely.