#320 of 365 – 2 Haiku

2 Haiku

 

so much refuse spills

gets on everyone until

we’re stuck in garbage

 

 

smoke and broken glass

so much, no one sees where to

step without bleeding

 

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About Blackbird

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