Across the street from
where I sit smoking
the Blue Plate Diner
sounds with chatter
and a blues band playing
from the patio
outdoors.
Our city
our whole valley
filled with wildfire
smoke
mountains just
opaque.
Smells
of bread
draw me back
in the bakery
where I
knead
thinking of things I'm fond of,
like my girl
like my friends
right
now
I'm surrounded.
This smoked city
almost a town.
where I sit smoking
the Blue Plate Diner
sounds with chatter
and a blues band playing
from the patio
outdoors.
Our city
our whole valley
filled with wildfire
smoke
mountains just
opaque.
Smells
of bread
draw me back
in the bakery
where I
knead
thinking of things I'm fond of,
like my girl
like my friends
right
now
I'm surrounded.
This smoked city
almost a town.