Haiku Lugubre
from inside I stare
at mangled seedlings, trembling
ice shards from sky hell
from inside I stare
at mangled seedlings, trembling
ice shards from sky hell
I, poetaster,
guarantee waggish intent;
facetious, ne’er glib
bare root blueberry
seeds sprout in a verdant stand
from dirt, spring’s promise
lonely plants in pots
portend a somber silence
dry air, stale sunlight
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