Syd Rosenberg, charter member of the Haiku Society of America, had the haiku poet’s eye for trenchant detail, spiked with a wry wit. Her daughter and literary executor, Amy Losak, has lovingly collected here Syd’s final offering of poems, a bit of oxygen for the spirit, just when it is most needed.

My purchase of fish

     wears yesterday’s grim headlines

          for undergarments.