I puff some smokesThe sky respondsThe siren soundsThe city chokes I inhale air, fresh lifeA memory, times unnoticedA warmth, under the red sunA pity, o what have we done? I laugh, under my mask Maybe that was a coughMaybe history is repeatingMaybe this too shall pass I whisper a prayerAre our priorities fumbled?Are we comical of… Continue reading