The Season Rises: Five Haikus

By Tyler Majer

Evening falls gently
Upon the subtle leaves that
Touch your toes with dew

Wet leaves rectify
The dryness that surrounds the
Dent within your chest

Mahogany milk
Flows from arm to arm, eyes closed
Your king has risen

Who is he that smells,
Like shit, and beer, and lard? Who
Has swallowed your heart?

Masks flutter, pupils
Dilate, in awe of autumn
And all that I’ve seen