I walked by the Japanese-American Historical Plaza, where poems by Americans of Japanese descent who were herded into concentration camps during World War II, in this state and others, are carved into rocks. Reading the poems, I thought of when Bashō walked his last tour of Japan.

When I returned to the home, in the mailbox was the MS. of David Rosen's "Notes for The Soul of Haiku," including this poem:

Shadow burnt into wall—
Rain falls, leaving no sound
Behind

Rosen wrote this after visiting the Memorial Peace Park in Hiroshima, west of "our large moist brains" from the Oregon Coast. What connects us to ourselves connects us to each other.

 

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