Here's one more hay(na)ku. With an actual title this time.
Click here for the hay(na)ku poem I've been repostting at the end of summer for years.
Season's Reason
Summer's
dead, and
so are you.
Always
its plan
from day one.
Every
single month
July,
August, take
away most bits.
Romanticized
body first,
then the mind
once
it hit
you are ugly.
Sun
has been
killing off seed
since
you first
began to want.
Just
watch rest
of Earth burn.
Enjoy
the fall
closer to ground.
A
warmer winter
is creeping in.
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