#329 of 365 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku



my nose crinkles up

musty old man sweat; sometimes

riding the bus stinks



she keeps up her home

belongings arranged neatly

in the bus depot



cigarette hangs; she

sits on the ground at the bus

stop―going nowhere




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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5 Responses to #329 of 365 – 3 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Three incredible vignettes of homelessness! The image of the woman neatly arranging her few priceless possessions in a bus depot locker is priceless…and vintage Merle! As a side note I rode a Texas Motor Coaches bus to college part of my freshman year and saw all of these people on a daily basis. Thanks for bringing back memories I had forgotten. ❤

    • Blackbird says:

      Ron…I love when you share your memories! And it is incredibly gratifying to be a part of the remembering. Thank you for the wonderful compliment!

  2. Fig Tree Chance says:

    WOW, very pungent images–always great work. Hope you’re well–love, “Figgy”

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