#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


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, 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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