Haiku is a difficult, perhaps iconic lyric poetry, requiring the poet to convey a world in three briefly chiseled lines. Cox offers a delicious American translation of the form, a sensory banquet of teaspoon-sized morsels with the timbre and valence of our lives.

string symphony 
the dip and tilt 
of a butterfly’s path 

baptism song 
a turtle slips 
into the river 

rainy Monday 
another crumpled 
paper crane 

weeds gone to seed 
I lie again 
to my mother