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SeptHaikuWriMo 14

Windows open for
the first time in I don’t know
how long was it that

we were unable
to breathe without believing
the air was toxic

night sounds are so loud
have they always been this way
or were they waiting

for a reluctant
retreat turning the seasons
into something that

just happened somehow
we forgot we were supposed
to change who we are

now we must predict
the same thing happens again
when we all burn out

sound will outlive us
whether we keep the windows
open or inside

will we be there to hear it

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher