elegy for a clear sky

the sky's not supposed to be that color the air's not supposed to make you sick and the cold wind that blows through the fraser river valley is supposed to be a godsend not a curse i am listening to the click-click of the filter in my mask i am staring at a sun that's burning red i am walking through trails that all seem to be abandoned though the people always love them when it's clear in a few days the wind will clear the smoke or at least drive it further to the east where the fires will keep burning and poisoning the sky with no rain to give the change in weather hope