#347 or 365 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku


a night of baseball

marquee game; one of Captain

Clutch’s last at bats



air folding neatly

into Autumn, wrapped around

a crisp baseball field



national anthem

celebration: Blue Angels

fireworks and pride



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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One Response to #347 or 365 – 3 Haiku

  1. Fig Tree Chance says:

    I LOVE it–especially the air folding into autumn….sigh

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