Yesterday’s dust storm dashed
unrealistic pretension about
Nature’s propriety – there’s
nothing better expressed than
severely reduced visibility
Seeing just 300 metres at a pinch
suggests something akin to dusk
at midday; the stench of it rasped
crudely with each breath and eyes
vexed with the grit
It had come a long way,3,000 km
from origins south blanketing towns
and cities delaying schedules playing
all merry hell up the coastline –
it wasn’t just me complaining
© 24 September 2009, I. D. Carswell
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I would like to translate this poem
We have dust storm today as well.........