What if the summer
never actually ends
and we are left with
ever increasing
temperatures with a dash
of dust scattering
the atmosphere with
what might have been alive when
there were none of us
around to measure
how much we were to mess up
what does not belong
to us—instead view
the sunset in dead pixels
say the camera
does not do justice
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SeptHaikuWriMo 14
Joshua Keiter 