#285 of 365 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku 

 

change and cigarettes

he sits lowly; one gold tooth

all the others brown

 

 

 

so many of us

together, but not really

stuck on the highway

 

 

 

Sundays, a work day

coming home to warm smells and

craving her cooking

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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