Jun 2019
the asphalt is smooth
the tires of my bike glide
over hot pavement
the sky: inky black
a bright beam cuts through darkness
the cars will see me
a bottle broken
a car window that shattered
either can deflate
shall we keep going
or shall we stop for coffee
giving pedals rest?
the tires of my bike glide
over hot pavement
the sky: inky black
a bright beam cuts through darkness
the cars will see me
a bottle broken
a car window that shattered
either can deflate
shall we keep going
or shall we stop for coffee
giving pedals rest?
Some haiku I wrote for a high school English class. I just thought these would be a fun throwback.
Disclaimer: I wrote these when I was 15.
Disclaimer: I wrote these when I was 15.
(Genderqueer/Right Here)
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