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First published in Mirrors 3:2, Spring 1990, page 53. 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 “Into Song.”
into the bedroom
the widow’s
shadow
apple blossoms . . .
into the wind
spring rain
into the chapel
stained glass
dust motes
into the garden
her apron
blows from the line
into thunder
her ears
his voice
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