elegy for a clear sky
the sky's not supposed to be that color
the air's not supposed to make you sick
and the cold wind that blows through the fraser river valley
is supposed to be a godsend not a curse
i am listening to the click-click of the filter in my mask
i am staring at a sun that's burning red
i am walking through trails that all seem to be abandoned
though the people always love them when it's clear
in a few days the wind will clear the smoke
or at least drive it further to the east
where the fires will keep burning and poisoning the sky
with no rain to give the change in weather hope