Haste Makes Waste

Just A Poem

10 October 2023

Late night poetry practice; I feel like this one is missing several somethings. I think it wants to be longer, and to have more variety in rhythm and rhyme scheme. Maybe just a stanza in between, or maybe after with a second verse. I’ll keep thinking about it.

An Unnamed Poem



shareholder high wire,

sun-bleached bone and

homes kindle for wildfire.



kindergarten massacre,

self driving car with

eight billion passengers.