This poem is a tribute to the
Very short runs.
Good things come in small packages.
One season his hardly enough to
Meet the characters,
More than enough to fire the
imagination,
Just enough to write your own endings,
Logical and divergent.
Perhaps one season is the perfect
length,
Though countless fans would dispute
that.
Perfection is divisive,
In the guise of uniting enthusiasts.
Experimenting with a new form out of my poetry prompt book. I'm not sure if I like it or not.
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