poems twenty seven & twenty eight: two haiku

27

streets pavements bus stops –
the blur of urban landscape
your feet carry you

28

slip between bluebells
under trees whose baby leaves
since last week have grown

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So this was inevitable. Can’t get through NaPoWriMo without some emergency haiku. Emergency running-based haiku, in fact.

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