A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Nature goes out in
a final gasp of glory
and we should as well
Raised by Russian bots
and algorithms they kill
and die for brief fame
Heroes of stone and
bronze people the parks ignored
by all but pigeons
Wipe the fog from the
mirror and your mind and take
a good long look, friend
Woozy from the soul
of wondrous love that abides
we swoon, oh, we swoon