Sweet Air - Poem by Alexander Hawkins
Eagerly chiselling my sugar-coated self
from the syrup tsunami that flooded this town
after the molasses storage tank
burst in the night, I might take my old plane out
and seed the sky
so that autumn's rain will never ruin
the sweet summer air.
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