Cars through empty streets are snaking,
Swerve past potholes, honking, braking
Exhaust fumes clean-air-infecting,
Chronic, sooty scent-ejecting
Tongue caressed by the inhaled
Looks in vain for sweetness quailed
Houses which grow grey and greyer
Heaven answers watcher’s prayer
Alleys channel gusty air
Harshly pricking skin and hair
Clouded joys lurk in this quarter
Hinting at new roads to charter
- sixth sense.
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