the smoke spread under the trees <br />from a certain burning firewood <br />on the house not far from where we talk <br /> <br />it spreads far <br />and this evening as i get too bored <br />we look at the hazy subject matter <br />as it moves farther to a certain visible distance <br /> <br />and despite the pollution <br />i imagine something more artful than this damage to my lungs <br /> <br />under the trees <br />the smog is beginning to shape itself <br />into a chine painting <br />of the dawn and its mist <br />like a poem written <br />by one of the poets that i love to read <br /> <br />Tu Fu, Li Po, <br />or was it Kulafu?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smoke-spreading-under-the-trees/
