Smoke from Canadian wildfires
tints the sunset and my eyes red.
My longs rebel and my heart
aches for the displaced,
the people and animals who've
lost their homes and habitats.
I think about our U.S. president
and what it takes to make us
want to leave here, possibly move
there, among the raging fires
and winter ice, but without
a despot for a ruler.
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