Don’t make me smoke
the sweeping swirls of sky
or
swallow metallic circles of black air
high above & below

No! Save me from the whirling streaks of man,
which scar the atmosphere

& let me inhale the white universe
& let me breathe

& learn the ways of uncanny nature
& let me sing & resonate
with
the fiery leaves of Fall
that do not burn

& let me fly with them
on a cool, cathartic path

Above
the forest floor

& drift with them
my multicolored Spirits
until
we reach
the reddish-brown earth

& let us breathe
& let us be

let us die-no more
let us not give birth-

to disease
please
Don’t make us smoke the air