The Smoke Will Clear In September
the smoke will clear in september.
by les cornelius
there’s a little white crack
in the orange glowing glass
hanging above our heads.
it’s the plane piloted by him
he’s driving it off
the edge of the earth
to sometime meet me
around on the other side
our planes will slam together
and our fuel will ignite
showering the ground
with a yellow blaze
that greens the grass
and casts giants on pavement
the smoke will clear in september
and giants will shrink
the grass will brown
the rubble will be cleared
into separate buildings
but I haven’t even taken off yet
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