The AQI

The AQI* has me obsessed.

I check it every hour

And rising numbers get me stressed;

It’s not within our power

 

To change what all the wildfires wrought.

The smoky haze that’s drifting,

Despite how first responders fought,

Is growing and keeps shifting.

 

So miles away, our air is filled

With particles unhealthy

And, though the fighting crews are skilled,

Pollutants are quite stealthy.

 

While venturing outside, we might

Breathe ozone and some oxides,

Invisible to normal sight

But felt inside as toxides.

 

The AQI goes up and down,

With warnings – if you’re older,

Don’t venture out around the town

While fires burn or smolder.

 

*Air Quality Index

Tick Tick Tick

Just read two different articles 

About a certain tick -

The lone star - which can make

A person very, very sick.

Of course, we’ve heard of Lyme disease

(Which deer ticks often spread),

But lone stars may cause allergies

Which make some people dead.

A syndrome, known as alpha-gal,

Passed on by this tick’s bite,

May trip a strange reaction 

Which the body cannot fight.

So someone eating burgers

Or a lamb chop or a steak 

Might go into shock if prior,

A tick’s bite his skin did break.

It seems ironic that in summer,

Life is lived outside,

The perfect place where all these 

Little buggers like to hide.

Outlier

I go to bed early.

I do not use Zelle.

When changes occur in life,

I don’t do well.

I no longer drive

And, though crowds I’ll avoid,

I like life in the city;

Still, I get annoyed

By unwarranted noise

Sometimes blasting outside

From a scooter or car,

Music I can’t abide.

With no iPad, I type

On a desktop P.C.

And the coffee I perk

On the stove works for me.

Where religion’s concerned,

I’m a Jew, but don’t pray 

And my politics veer

Far from You-Know-Who’s sway.

I’m technology-challenged,

Afraid of A.I.,

So the outlier handle

I will not deny.

Power

Based on delusions,

Some people’s conclusions

Absolve them of guilt or of blame 

And oozing effusions,

At times in profusions,

Make power the name of the game.

And when those wielding power

Cause others to cower,

There’s less of a chance to reclaim

What once bloomed like a flower

But dims by the hour

As democracy withers in shame.

Superman

 Superman was nervous,

Thinking he might have to fight,

For he’d fallen for a service

With financial gain in sight.

He agreed to take a meeting,

Hoping all would be all right,

But his heart was loudly beating 

As he faced a Crypto-night.

A Breeze When It’s Hot

A breeze when it’s hot 

Doesn’t count for a lot

Though we can’t assign blame to the trees,

For their branches that sway

Try to cool off the day

But their efforts can’t really appease.

It looks lovely outside;

Still, the time comes to hide

In the house with a blasting A/C

When the temperatures rise 

And humidity tries

To sap all of the oomph out of me.

My Thanks

For all of those who make a point

To comment on my rhymes,

No matter if it’s only once

Or very many times,

 

I want to let you know how much

I treasure your support,

Since even though in other poems

I’ve managed to purport

 

That all my writing’s just for me

(And mainly, that is true),

It’s such a lovely boost to hear

From readers such as you.

 

Now most of you I’ve never met

And likely never will,

But please accept my thanks and know

The joy you do instill.