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 shouldn’t start a haiku with a preposition. See also “The Widow’s Shadow.”


looking into the pool

the paraplegic

sings



into the orchard

bees

yellow mustard



into the snow

her mittens

and bus fare



into the wind

the child . . .

silent prayer



into the forest

lightning

and a lynx



into the sky

a flock of birds

and birdsong