Pulses quicken, sirens whine and blare
The sky is close, a touch is all it takes
Breath seems precious, nothing I can share
Pulses quicken, sirens whine and blare
Gasp for the memory of freer air
Unfreighted by humanity’s mistakes
Pulses quicken, sirens whine and blare
The sky is close, a touch is all it takes
I'm back to work after a couple of days off sick. The polluted air is thick here, waiting for wind and rain...
Cross-posted to the Cambridgeshire NaPoWriMo blog.
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