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Orangey Skies

If you’re heading outside for a task, Just forget it. And why, you might ask? For in New York, the air Is so bad you don’t dare To leave home without wearing a mask. The day looks as dark as the night And the smell tells you something’s not right, So it’s best now to hide And keep staying inside With your windows completely shut tight. Though it seems like we’re under a curse And the atmosphere can’t get much worse, Life is filled with surprise For these orangey skies Have provided a subject for verse.

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Robert Johnson

Date: 6/15/2023 2:34:00 PM

I'm a 100 miles south of Minneapolis and could see the smoke hanging in the trees this morning. And no, it was not fog. :/

Jim Slaughter

Date: 6/10/2023 1:52:00 PM

I simply cannot imagine this happening in a place like NYC. Why aren't those Canadian winds blowing it farther south...or even better, out to sea?

Miranda Hawley

Date: 6/9/2023 3:26:00 PM

So with my job riding on a bus as a bus monitor, I get to see the sun rise in the morning and when I want to see the sunset, I live close enough to Lake Michigan to make that happen. NYC is way too big for my liking. That said yes, I do like an orangey sky.

Terry Flood

Date: 6/8/2023 12:49:00 AM

I blame it on vapes rather than motorists. I wonder if that’s because I do drive but don’t vape… hmmm… Bet the orange sky was a sight to behold and they did inspire your smashing poem, so ‘every cloud’ as they say. Terry

Jan Allison

Date: 6/7/2023 2:04:00 PM

oh gosh Ilene it can't be good for those who already have breathing difficulties. im sitting here looking out to see - guess there are lots of fumes from the motorbikes . I am struggling with life - its hell on earth (not) 40,000 leather clad bikers here - got to have an ogle from time to time lolhugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/7/2023 1:18:00 PM

- I enjoy orange when the sun sets in the sea (the sky is clear blue) ... your "orangey skies" sound more scary, Ilene - Great written - hugs

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/7/2023 1:11:00 PM

Poetry is always the answer…the catharsis that helps us through hard times. Difficult phenomenon can be fodder for poetry like your orangey skies.