San Francicso Senryu

San Francisco Senryu

I.

In the Tea Garden.
No single stone or grass stem
placed here in anger.

II.
Majestic temple.
My words lost in the redwoods
mystic murmuring.

III.
Ocean is chaos.
Waves form and give birth to a
perfect sand dollar.

Note: I'd forgotten about these, written at the same time as San Francisco. They were called to mind while wandering the Japanese Festival at the New Orleans Museum of Art today.

Poetry Poem New Orleans San Francicso senryu haiku New Orleans