#401 – 4 Haiku

4 Haiku



I sift through language

dusty from drought; dig for words

that will bring the rain



words run like frightened

animals hiding from the

hunters in my head



so cumbersome this

darkness makes me; my meds don’t

seem to be working



I offer little

friendship and have few friends to

show for my trouble



About Blackbird

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