#379 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku



long cold wait; no bus

I pace, talk to myself like

a crazy person



granny’s soft, warm face

so glad I can’t remember

her funeral face



chronic ill health of

an old alcoholic; my

brother―fifty three




About Blackbird

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