Haibun: I'm Begging

I’m begging for coolness in a world that won’t cool down. Still breathing through the smoke of the fires from the West, filling my chest. When will the summer go ever go away? When can we say to the scientists, “Okay, we hear you?”

I know I can do better.

buzzard’s there for trash.
what’s left when earth’s ash? a flash!
fall in climate change