Haze

I see the air I inhale,

forest-fire smoke

that turns the flowers to

pale haloes ready, waiting

while I bend and drop

the weight of you

and smell the fragrance

of this hazy day.

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/only-on-a-tuesday-91024?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true