the sun was out
earlier this morning, a loose
cooler air
taking steps with me to the car door
time change and rearrange,
i start the engine
and everything sounds fine. the tree
planted nearest the corner
is still in place, still unscathed
though nature has shook and dried
most leaves from it. the car
begins to heat, i forget how
the brief walk made me sniffle,
slightly, this luxurious comfort
canned me in and rid the windows
of the condensation i so fondly
drew figures in to as a child;
it’s too early in the season for
there to have been ice on the glass.
turn, construction zone
breathing debris and rock dust ,
the corrosion of the air itself
around me,
i breath like a sat frog;
GULP, GULP, GULP.
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