(Taken from the cover note)
Of these haiku Marcus writes: “Their seventeen syllables, felt as a simultaneous ripple through brain and hand, correspond to the happiest vibration I know”.
I look to my chart
And see you there
Queen of my garden
In your chair
Catching haikus left-handed
Everybody claps:
Damnable insects!
The poetry millionaire
Ladles a few cups of rice
From his sack