#398 – 3 Haiku

passing a homeless black man


so big, so black, so
hairy, so scary–till he
smiled and said hello


my stereotypes
windows clouded with dirt I
can’t seem to wash off

cowboys, gentlemen
fedora girls, church women
souls of a hat store

About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #398 – 3 Haiku

  1. Jackie D, otherwise called Mummzy says:

    Merle, love these, especially the first one. It’s good to end my day reading your poetry again.

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