A Memory

People making their way on a

wooden bridge over a river,

a boat passing below

with a solitary figure

standing on it's stern.

Words written beside them

in a blank ink,

flowing.

Was it Bashõ's poem

on the opposite page?

It must have been -

what else would I

have been reading then?

The picture a wood print of Edo,

a hundred years

after his time, perhaps,

the calligraphy

nothing to do with him,

closed from me

who only saw

Bashõ's poem in it.

13.06.201