swirling dust from passing car
envelopes me like falling snow
lucky for me i still have mask
should they slowdown, i question
they're deaf, blind, inconsiderate
those are people of this century
trash flying too, sticking to fence
appearing like a friday bill board
could there be dollar bill up there
maybe it's too huge to even ponder
i wish for a good rain to visit here
good for road and plants as well
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