clouds is not leaving soon
so close to treetops, cool
when heat rises from ground
it pours water before leaving
dust, smog that was collected
back to earth in your backyard
where kids play, where party held
i notice white blotches on leaves
after pouring rain, must be dust
like black dust on my car, way back
when i was living close to power plant
whatever we put up will come down
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