Giving My Body to Science

I bow and hand Senseiher arrows. All but one thatI can't find, thoughI combed the long grasswith my fingers. One arrowgone. Perhaps undergroundyou hold it in your handagainst the broken dawn. Youare the wanderingarrow, the bow unstrung. Your sudden absence has startledthe partridges from the plums. --from Haiku of the Lost Arrow