I dream
of sapphire skies
dappled with
cotton-ball clouds
and rainbow rays.
But smoldering smog
from western fires
block the blue
and prismatic sprays
from itchy eyes.
What can we do
to wash the winds
infected by
our selfish flare
our casual concern?
It starts with one.
It starts
with
me.
All writing, unless otherwise noted, is written and owned by Kevin L. McDaniel © 2021
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