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Photographing the sun through the smoke of the Bobcat Fire in San Dimas, California, Sept. 9, 2020. (AP photo/Jae C. Hong) |
Let's pretend the sun is splendid,
As if we were good and gray,
Wandering farmland in Manhattan,
As if the chickadees hadn't vanished,
And the dog hadn't died of Lyme
With her muzzle in the spring,
As if the roads weren't bubbling tar,
Or even paved. Let's pretend
We're still lovers, singing ourselves.
Up the AC. Off the TV.
Ambien sleepers.
