Far from the fumes, our
polluted illusion in
A distant hum outlines the
silence. The falling sea settles in
oily currents by the rocks.
A large gull slowly flaps above the
channel, pitches, meets its reflection, splashing
sofly, drifting backward on the tide.
A caterpillar crawls in
the hot white sand. A magical bird
flutters in shimmering light.
Black smoke joins a brown
band staining the horizon,
car engines straining.