RIC S. BASTASA

the tsunami comes suddenly
taking away everything along the way
houses, cars, boats, men,
women, children
as though it is a thing so mad
so angry without a mind of its own

exactly the opposite of the poem
of Basho

the one that recreates the life of the
pond
extolling the stillness
the quite

and if there be a little tolerable noise
for sure
it is only that classic splash of
the green frog