the canyon hides

behind a smokescreen

reminds me of last year’s smoky haze

and Pullman/Moscow in the same dusty air

overthrown by ash

how many packs a day does that make*** smoke from wildfires sometimes sticks around for a week or 2 or forever it seems

we all breathe it in

try to remember clean air places

this poem is about that air in late parts of summer in idaho in pullman moses lake and sometimes grand coulee

‘how many packs a day does that make’ was published in Jenny Mag for their lucky 13 issue in 2017