writing in the fog
this grayish haze
in these modern times
of forest fires blazing
hundreds of miles away
the clear sky clouded
in every breath
a smokey tinge
tearing the eyes
this is a new something
a new style of summer
more grumbling than outrage
and no real action
muddling along working
consuming and acting
oh well, the new norm
the smoggy smugness
of it all...
