Fragments V.

Summer
The girls’ skirt flicks back
slightly with each step,
And I guess it’s summer.

Graduate Haiku
September steps back
to the ranks of other months.
A student no more.

Someone else’s memory
She lit a cigarette
That’s the last we ever met
And the flames are gonna get
The flames are gonna get
The flames are gonna get you

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