Good to see friends at a table in the covered beer garden
on a cool October evening as sky darkens early
from the smoke of not-so-distant wildfires.
The acrid, burnt-forest ambience thickens
and ash begins to decorate the smart device
that sits next to my pint of craft lager,
telling us it's time to put on our masks
and go home.
Beer night in Pandemia
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