My Summer's End Poem for 2022

Continuing my new tradition of writing a hay(na)ku to mark summer going bye-bye for another year.

Click here for the hay(na)ku poem I've posted every summer's end for a while.

 

Bye to Summer, 2022

 

Either

land on

hot, hot sand

or

aim straight

for wet rocks.

 

No

hope for

a third choice.

 

Feet

on fire

from beach walk,

knees 

buckle, break

on jagged shore

and 

you're still

not done yet.

Spend

days and

hours on hold

 

while 

airport finds

your lost will

 

just

to escape

from under sun,

legs

burnt down

like used matches.

Old

crazy ex

that is summer

 

stops,

kneels down

just to see

 

whether

or not

you've gone mad.

 

The 

fault lies

in the mirror.

You 

tried to

make her yours.

 

Accept

full blame

and move on.