Unhealthy Air
I’m sitting in unhealthy air;
The sky is filled with haze
From fires up in Canada,
With acres still ablaze.
This morning’s sun was glorious,
An orange-pinkish ball,
Resulting from the smoke but still
Admired and snapped by all.
It’s apropos because today
In 1944
The Normandy invasion
Turned the tide to change the war.
Those soldiers suffered more than just
The quality of air
And fewer people every year
Know of the battles there.
So here I am on D-Day
Thinking of that sacrifice
As I sit and breathe unhealthy air
Against some good advice.
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