a poem for a spare-the-air day:

You are so beautiful in that filter mask

Around it your smooth cheeks and neck
Give me a hint of who you might be
Without your face I must look
into the nakedness of your eyes
And the depth of who you really are
and what you truly feel
As I look forward to the day that the mask comes off
When this round of smoke is extinguished with its flames
And other fires never go out