Street. Steel thrust sucking space.
Silent willful turbines, motors raving
,City of clouds, pirates of air.
Land of rainbows and scarlet rare
A man rakes leaves into a heap in his yard, a pile,
and leans on his rake & burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the smell,
which will become nostalgia in several years
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