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Spadina Literary Review  —  edition 19 page 06

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Narrow Road

by Gabriella Bedetti

A farmer lent Matsuo Basho a horse.
Basho remembered him
with a poem.

On a moonlit walk
we think of our children on an island
on the other side of the globe.

Next morning
from our daughter’s i-phone
we get a hoped-for video call.

They are walking empty Tokyo streets
on a Sunday night
buying neon-bright T-shirts.

Our son promises to
talk about his trip
when he gets home.

Basho was born to wander.
Awestruck by a cricket singing under a helmet,
on his journey he found his soul.

Our millennial son says,
“I’ve done more travelling than I’m used to”
and ”You know how I get without Wi-Fi.”