Clean Air
I remember when clean air used to follow us home.
Leaves and mud would too, but they didn’t hurt us.
Clean air used to swirl.
We would enjoy the purity.
So would bees and wasps.
I didn’t care for the wasps.
Until they all died.
But we cared more about planes.
And where we would travel to next.
But those tourist spots always die eventually.
So we leave them behind.
As the smog follows us home.
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