it's been dusk all day
because the rain hasn't fallen
motorcycles and distant dogs barking
as loud as the rhythm of footsteps
and swooping birds nearby cawing
birds that know the dark is only fog
don't fly to their nests in the night
and neither do i
every one is active as on a sunny day
but the sky is gray with night's heavy hand
planes have been grounded
by the thickness in their way
the smoking crop burned fields ablaze
like incense whafing in the breeze
a sparrow scoops the heavy air
flaps and glides and flaps again
like a noodle pushed across a bowl of soup
the wind subsides and picks her up
as a sputtering motorcycle reminds me
of the toxic monoxide in the mix
a jogger trots by wearing a gas mask
and i ride through a river homeward
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