Late Night Haiku XXX

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 5:18 AM

LXXXIV. What somber tones emit
The crickets tonight. Mourning.
Summer is dying.

LXXXV. Summer's end nears,
As the night rolls into day.
People go to, fro.

LXXXVI. People do not heed
Quiet tragedy moving forward…
'Til it comes to them.

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Re: Late Night Haiku XXX
A new passerby, yet something feels familiar. An old friend returns.
Posted by caedmon - Aug 24, 2009 | 8:40 PM

Re: Late Night Haiku XXX
Something significant in the triple-X of your Roman numerals -- a common symbol of something stronger than the gentle summer wine. This time will not pass gently.
Posted by Ed Hurst - Aug 25, 2009 | 1:59 PM

Re: Late Night Haiku XXX
Caedmon: nice -- and interesting... :) Ed: yes, indeed. I thought the XXX could be misinterpreted, but I didn't want to skip thirty...
Posted by Timothy R. Butler - Aug 27, 2009 | 10:07 PM

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