Tomislav
Maretic, HR
although I haven't seen it
I know it's out there somewhere
in the distance in the wood
—robin red-breast's song
many years of passing through
this hallowed church's entrance
I caress the smooth-worn wood
of my childhood days
Oh white-flowered shepherd's purse,
if Basho hadn't noticed
you by the hedge, I wouldn't
have known about you!