thought I was flying ~
down through clouds
~ but this is smoke!
Sydney is burning
.
haiku
.
N.b
reporting from Sydney airport – in transit north
, on the news, it seems unreal or at best, distant.
i am a witness.
from this stage, i wave
to the rest of the world
this is real! this is acrid. this is thick. this stinks. this is toxic. this is shocking.
please please be shocked. Please please act.
here i stand. witness to this
not waving, but burning
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