Wildfire haze
Obscures one beauty
Creates another
Obscures one beauty
Creates another
Smokey atmosphere
Acrid in my nose
Stinging my eyes
Clogging my lungs
Smokey atmosphere
Acrid in my nose
Stinging my eyes
Clogging my lungs
The privilege of this state of being
Never occurred to him
Nor the poverty
Which had elevated him
“This one is very, very yellow!”
She winced a little as the plea in his voice tainted the photograph of the very, very chiseled man on her Tinder app. She gave the image a flick to the right, thinking, I’ll come back for you later….
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.
I dance along the roly poly
Climb and dive and swerve and wiggle
Ocean by my side
Land rising and falling beneath my tires