Outside Today

Outside today—

wildfire snow,

blood orange moon.

And even further back!

Brown sand in my socks
and shoes.
Worth it.

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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.

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Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.

---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it

Zombie

I prick myself with
needles to feel the blood, but
I'm already dead.