Into Song

First published in Bare Bones #5, Spring 1993, page 2. These poems were among many I wrote at this time after hearing someone say that one shouldnt start a haiku with a preposition. See also The Widows Shadow.


looking into the pool
       the paraplegic

into the orchard
              yellow mustard

into the snow
       her mittens
              and bus fare

into the wind
       the child . . .
              silent prayer

into the forest
              and a lynx

into the sky
       a flock of birds
              and birdsong