Unhealthy Air

I’m sitting in unhealthy air;

The sky is filled with haze

From fires up in Canada,

With acres still ablaze.

 

This morning’s sun was glorious,

An orange-pinkish ball,

Resulting from the smoke but still

Admired and snapped by all.

 

It’s apropos because today

In 1944

The Normandy invasion

Turned the tide to change the war.

 

Those soldiers suffered more than just

The quality of air

And fewer people every year

Know of the battles there.

 

So here I am on D-Day

Thinking of that sacrifice

As I sit and breathe unhealthy air

Against some good advice.