Climate Crisis

Pining in the pines
As the smoke
Fills my lungs
Lack of air
Makes me wistful
For another time
Pining for yesterday
When you were near
No longer a ghost
Swallowed up
By the flames
Buried beneath
The smoke
I close my eyes
One last time
Burning to ash
Among the trees

By Ashley Houston

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