#300 of 365 – 4 Haiku

4 Haiku



trying not to breathe

massaging summer clients

with summertime feet



a thin splintered twig

beneath feet of passersby

my broken spirit



the smell of chicken

tasting the aroma; home

is in the kitchen



flash of the camera

caught me off guard; in the mail

a ticket coming


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #300 of 365 – 4 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Yummmm! I can smell the chicken…fried I hope! Mother can bake her bread…I’ll take fried chicken any time. Love all of these, Merle!

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