east of the city
smoke becomes the horizon
and the sky
Tag: smoke
haiku 531
humid day
choking on
firecracker smoke
haiku 500
downwind –
their smoke break
filters through our masks
#quikfic 53
Horace cracked his whip across the workers’ backs, and the factory belched still more dark smoke. “Faster! Faster! More cookies!”
haiku 26
smoke floats low
between rain clouds –
green fields