D.C. Smog by Janet I. Buck D.C. smog and not so fine. Music missing from the score. The sun was just a boiled onion.
People leaves of pot-pourri that lost the scent of living laughter.
Pulling chains of peaceless motion, all our country toes were cramped. Much too tight in city sneakers. The standard size of faith mistrust. Bars on windows everywhere. Joy was neutered like a cat.