HARU-NATSU-AKI-FUYU:CHAD EDWARDS

The cicadas stopped
their barrage today.
The world begins
to pleasantly
die about me.
Now I accept
openly as
the wind blows
inclings of humidity and
summer's last vestiges
wrap themselves
around me.
Today, autumn hints,
not heralds-
and the skies are
crimson-
muddied with
ominous clouds
from the
Korean penninsula.

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