Losing Count

View of Colorado forest and mountain range on a clear autumn day; text overlaid on image
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
I lose count after
My high-country respite
Back home, countless failed haiku
Flaunt their abundant profusion
Unprunable syllables murmur
Sweet somethings that cry out when I cut them
Then taunt me with catcalls, cocked hips, air kisses
Too many to count