Wrote it a couple years ago when we had wildfires near – JS
Toxic sunset
A toxic sunset tonight. Pollution’s paintbox:
horizon violent red, fulminating orange;
wildfire smoke paint ironic sunsets: pretty tox;
Oh but I rejoice to see the bats above us,
they return when mosquitos hum and frogs croak;
The air burns my eyes but the bats cut through
wheeling like random rapier strokes;
I am sure I won’t live long– here comes the sieve–
Yet, fitting to die in the time I was meant to live.