My shadow suggests I write
About my grandmother having
Once sewn a button for Death.
"That wasn't my grandmother,"
I tell him,"but Charles Simic's.
You know this; we read his poem
Yesterday." Well, how about
Seeing the Moon pulling a cart
Across a bridge? A lovely image!
"Yes, but Muso Soseki saw it
Seven centuries ago." All right then;
Why not write about the Moon
Giving Death a ride home after
A hard night then finding a button
In her cart instead of a tip?
"I'll consider it ... what sort of button?"
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