Poem of the Week-Masked Fire

With no sense of smell,

I couldn’t tell if the air  

Was safe for ingesting.

I would wait for the ashes

To shower my Toyota

For a clue.

The sky was confused

Smog versus smoke.

The reds of sunset

Competed with the flames of hell.

Water working eyes

Told me there was trouble.

The mask stopped

Carcinogenic morsels

From corrupting my lungs

Subsequently used

For Covid protection

Blockading the invisible bacteria

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