Friday Poem
© 17 May 2013 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Air thick as asphalt.


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The air is thick as fresh-mixed tarmac,
  dark and sticky, hot and new.
Air like this can keep the car black
  but just what am I to do?
I cannot see in air like this, no,
  cannot see the world at all.
E’en could I see, I couldn’t then go:
  air this thick makes engines stall.

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