with respirator
I feel like an alien
when working outside
-had to get some yardwork done in the midst of wildfire smoke
with respirator
I feel like an alien
when working outside
-had to get some yardwork done in the midst of wildfire smoke
‘apocalyptic’
that, and ‘unprecedented’
—those words make me sigh
ah, 2020
COVID, riots, wildfires
U.S. elections
the only good thing so far:
my newfound deep love for Rush
-This one is technically a tanka (5-7-5-7-7).
Take a listen/watch. If this doesn’t lift your spirits, try it again.
“Could this year get worse?”
I try to stop her asking
because always: “yes”
-You would think people would know better than to tempt fate.
at least there’s no talk
of yeast or bean shortages
or murder hornets
-This is me trying to look on the bright side of Impending Doom.
too early for snow
tiny flakes of grey flit down
from sickly yellow skies
-The sky looks like a normal Oregon overcast day, except it isn’t. It’s all smoke with bits of ash raining down.
the burnt orange sky
campfire taste in the air
instinct begs me to run
-On driving down I-5 South from Portland, and into a steadily darker world of wildfire smoke during what should be daylight hours. Photo was taken at 3 p.m. Notice the streetlight on. The sky was slightly darker than this (cell phones are not true cameras). Coronavirus has nothing on wildfires.
a Greyhound in hand
under the shade on the deck
—what summer delights
three days off from work
wandering the house barefaced
unexpected joy
—on not having to wear a mask at home
what ‘vacation’ means:
escape from reality
no chores, much lounging
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