My Summer's End Poem for 2023

Another summer gone, another hay(na)ku to help say good riddance.

Click here for the hay(na)ku poem I've been repostting at the end of summer for a while.

Bye to Summer, 2023

Boys

of summer

curb you again

while

she just

sits and watches.

You 

can't call

it fall if 

they

don't get

to push you

just 

to say

you were great

doing

that thing

they will forget.

Face 

down, you

miss the rainbow

coming 

out after

one more shitstorm

and 

you will 

always miss it.