the world stands mighty still
like a door swinging off its hinges
bust open like a weeping sore
bare, ready to heal.
balmy evening skies soak crisp lawns
freshly painted, manicured
nails scratching at the jet-sprayed slabs
morning tones are a mix of silence
and the breathy earth panting
suddenly able to catch its breath
unchoked, unstrangled by smog
air dripping with peace.