#388 – 5 Haiku

5 Haiku

 

bleach, softeners; she

puts her quarters in―alone

in the laundromat

 

 

so old this burrow

refuge from too much shade and

too little sunshine

 

 

I try to reach quick

and for a moment I hold

words that slip away

 

 

quietly I try

to slide a nap underneath

my screaming fatigue

 

 

history erased

voices gone; deleting old

messages and texts

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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5 Responses to #388 – 5 Haiku

  1. Ron says:

    The new and improved Merle rides again! Great stuff, kiddo!

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