Planes and pings,
sparks from passing trains
and cancelled soccer games.
Smog and the glug
of a million gallons
of gasoline.
Heat lightning strikes;
a fully booked day
has now departed.
And the marshmallow moon
remains unroasted
above a eerie orange gloom.
Drought spikes
rasp the throat;
there is no singing tonight
around the campfire.
We stay behind filters
pause and pray
for earth,
for a rebirth,
for the desire to cope
with the strange,
and a reason
to hope
humans can change.
©2023 | K. Hartless
Cover Art: “Lightning Storms and Fires….”, William G. Morris, 1934
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