#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

 

 

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