Summer

Kikaku
The Happy beggar, whom the passer loathes,
Wears earth and Heaven as his summer clothes.

Ho-Ho
The ARTIST
His brush abruptly leaps and flicks and switches:
Swiftly across the paper swim three fishes.

Ho-Ho
BEING AND BECOMING
The sun set on the swamp with orange glare
A ball of gnats revolving in the air.

Buson
BY THE MERE
An evening breeze across the reedy bankes:
Ripples around the blue-grey heron's shanks.