China Fog (01/06/05)
Ahead the sky drops
into a thicket of smog
as I rush towards the city
where man-made particles obscure my eyes
Past this edge lies
a land of emerald green, a place
that this car, for all the velocity
it commands, shall never reach
as it slows in the viscous air,
poisoned by our human designs,
the air that slowly congeals
yellow brown in the lungs of businessmen
whose casual banter speaks
of hundreds of thousands of dollars
more than the passing cyclist
would see in fifty lifetimes.
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