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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.


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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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  1. August 5, 2010 at 1:44 pm

    This is terrific, Mary. Brava!

  2. August 7, 2010 at 8:38 pm

    This is quite wonderful. :)

  3. Peg
    August 7, 2010 at 10:17 pm

    Oh, this was a fun read. And the line about scratching out all words that end in “ache” is sheer brilliance.

  4. mary
    August 10, 2010 at 7:47 am

    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…

  5. Donna Vorreyer
    August 16, 2010 at 9:09 pm

    I agree with Peg – that line about scratching out is really lovely.

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