The day the Sun didn't come out
This poem was originally written 9/9/2020 — the day the sun didn’t come out in the Bay Area due to thick wildfire smoke
Image Source: SF Chronicle
Waking up to eerie darkness, I’m disoriented.
The birds, usually a grand morning symphony, are still.
Did they miss their cue?
It’s sunrise by my clock, and the light ought to be streaming in my windows.
But…
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