Dry

I’m still hoping there’s not some smoke particles here

This, the only cloud
for many miles around, but
gone within the hour.

Our Creator, God,
come, heal this troubled planet,
soothe the gasping earth.

I don’t have to like Salman Rushdie to believe he’s entitled to speak his mind without the threat of violence. This attempt on his life is a wicked deed. I hope he recovers well.