Coming to the Point
(Choka for Geoff)
It was like joining
up the dots – a hard nosed road
of finding loopholes;
of liquid nights down amongst
sharp thorny tussocks;
hell-bent on the art of war,
like a drunk pokie
machine with an axe to grind.
Basho doesn’t waste
his days – he makes lemonade,
plucks tart cherries from
sprawling temple tree blossoms.
I see him watching
from a rain soaked pagoda,
as if inviting
me to stand En-garde with quill;
to draw first blood in the snow.
©️Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 