Manmade
fog weaves silence into the cool morning,
consorting with cousin clouds
as treetops sway and sigh
a lone spark ignites
flames that spread like bold disease
while smoke-smog smothers
skies that cry acid raindrops
onto graves of bark and ash
highways part the trees...
another cigarette butt
tossed out the window
For Constance's "Three Verses" contest (Kimo/Tanka/Senryu)
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
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