A Senryu
a French farmer
kicks the shins an old Frig.
it starts up again in English
-- William Landis
Next Time

As I was batting around the ball
of an idea, it turned into a bird  

unfolded  the way I hope
a poem unfolds and startles me.

Id like to be a bird next time. 
Birds dont need to learn

to love the world. Gray sky
is a stone any bird can enter.

Or, Ill be a black-eyed seal
that breaks the surface, shiny

with news of its deeper life 
the way I hope to come back

as a poem that surfaces,
re-surfaces, keeps glistening.

   -From Throat Singing (Word Tech, Cherry Grove; 2012)
    Originally published in Poetry East

-- Susan Cohen