2020
2020
One in the afternoon and
Night has fallen
Ashes rain down like snow
And our world is different
Wildfires sixty miles away
Fill the sky with dark smoke
And the streets of our town
Yearn for its people to feel safe
Yet there is no way to feel safe
A plague ravages the country
A president ravages the peace
We wear masks to engage
In any social discourse and
Fires destroy our mountainsides
Masks that we mocked in China
When their air was so polluted
That was the only way to breathe
Now anyone with any sense
Doesn’t venture out into the world
Without a mask to filter the air
Now we hope that wearing a mask
Will help us to make it through
Plague and wildfire smoke without
Destroying our lungs and other
Vital organs that are assaulted
Simply by being outdoors in
Rocky mountain atmosphere
Where clean air free of particulates
Were our birthright and the sun
Didn’t have to hide in early afternoon
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