SeptHaikuWriMo 14

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

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher