Anna’s hummingbirds dive-bomb a basil bush
with knotted blooms like a necklace
around Michelle Obama’s throat
I’m driving
windows rolled down
GPS leading us
to Hidden Desire Beach in Tomales Bay
on a trail lousy with pistachio-colored moss
hand-made signs thanking firefighters–
we chit-chat and wonder
if we’ll be here
give or take another election
or whether fires will out us–
or dissolving ice caps groaning
haul away boys
coastal cities
or maybe wars will stop being fought
soldiers too sick from Covid
to lift up their guns.
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