trees hug our home
i cut out dead branches
slash away tall grasses
catch poison oak while
love her shining glory
though flying specks slip
the safety mesh crowding
out spun up rock shards
invisible viral scourge
whips us and our beloved
grounds jets scrubs the sky
brings silence solitude
blessed animals freely wander
but our dreams go terribly wrong
horror greed pestilence despair
no safety mesh crowds
out spun up deadly shards
april 23
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