The wind blows from both directions

(For the prompt: Climate or War- the bigger problem)

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A mid-summer nightmare.
The wind blows from both directions.
At the intersection, we smell smoke.
Who can tell if the light in the distance
is from a forest burning or a town.
If the fleeing dust cloud
is made up of people or deer.

The oppressive climate of war.
The odious war on climate.
How the edges of dystopia overlap!

Who builds for green energy
to save the earth while
building bigger weapons
to kill its people? See,
there is only one frontline.
We are standing on it,
toes curling in disbelief.

Imagine a world
that keeps fossil fuels in the ground.
Imagine a world
that wages peace.
Imagine
reawakened forests.
Imagine
rekindled friendships.

Imagine a world
where no one has to die because
the sea rises or a bomb falls.
Imagine
the primal blueprint.

Now imagine a missile
fluttering its wings,
sliding through a carbon-blue sky.

Now imagine a child.

***

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