#307 of 365 – 3 Completely Unrelated Haiku

3 Haiku



screaming from the bars

a home run; our house silent

we hate the home team




future seems spotty

not lucid; can’t see clearly

bifocals dirty




death comes, we circle

to ward off its spread, lest we

catch what killed the dead




About Blackbird

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