#417 – 2 Haiku

2 Haiku



beneath who we are

a crushed idea, almost

dead; America



smell of life burning

bones and leaves and happiness

gone beneath fear’s ash



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #417 – 2 Haiku

  1. Ron says:

    Hey Kiddo!

    God, how I have missed you and the great times we had. We’ve been all over the place…in Arkansas, Texas, Arizona, Indiana, and now we’re going back to Arizona around the first of October. Gotta stay ahead of the IRS! *hehe*

    Write me a line or two at: cosmos41@ix.netcom.com

    Then I’ll write you back with the “full story” of my meanderings.



    • Blackbird says:

      Soooo good to hear from you, Ron!! I have missed you a great deal. Sounds like you’ve been having a good time staying ahead of the IRS 😉

      Will email you soon. Much love!

  2. Jackie Davison says:

    Powerful !

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