she used to live on our street

 

 

Haiku Heights #253 – Eccentric

 

a wig on her head

opens the door a crack, and,

eyes to the pavement

 

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13 thoughts on “she used to live on our street

  1. sounds like an abused woman?

  2. So many things go through my head with this one…first is fear….secondly I think of my mother who had Alzheimer’s and all the eccentric things she did. Great haiku

  3. The woman in your poem didn’t strike me as fearful, just isolative.

    Response haiku:

    that neighbor again
    why won’t she leave me alone
    writing poetry

    😉

  4. I love your haikus about people. They tell the story.

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