Wildfire
I realized today a deep existential anxiety
Not for myself but for my country
Which in many decades
I have never before known
I can sense it spreading, taking hold
Everything seems like kindling ready to combust
Our eyes grow clouded and our breathing labored
As fear settles on the land like wildfire smoke
I can see it all slipping away
Like the weekend my father died
Naked and powerless
Bound to his fate
September 4, 2020
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