A Ranger Haiku: Beauty and The Beast

--Matsuo Basho,
17th cen. Haiku master
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 Lisa thought our readers might enjoy this prototypical email exchange shared between RAW writers one recent rainy day.

Not that either of us conformed to correct syllabification, but it shows a good-faith effort at externalizing our internal thoughts:

Dear Jim,


I am enjoying the silence of the rain (which has it's own sound.) Evey day there is a weed whacker or leaf blower shouting from some part of the neighborhood.

But then, I just heard what sounded like a buzz saw starting up.  Then I realized it was the squeal of a city truck wheezing and whining down the road.

I am motivated to compose a Haiku:


The rain quiets human noise
Now the city truck
Bird song and rain reclaim space

--Lisa

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To which Ranger replied less than a minute later, simply:

And a well placed grenade
In seconds silences all

Ranger, in a Rumsfeldian State of Mind

 It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues
But now I need a little give and take 
The New York Times, The Daily News.
It comes down to reality,
and its fine with me cause I've let it slide 
--In a New York State of Mind, 
Billy Joel
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For your consideration: a Ranger zen koan or poem ... we don't know the correct genre (though we'd care to know):

There are those that care,

but don't know;

Those that know,

but don't care;

Those that don't know,

but don't care;

Those that don't care to know,

or don't care to care.

Those that wanted to, 

but never dared.

--by Ranger, at the deep end of the pool