Moist Sky
They kept playing
the tune
until they got it right,
little female tied her laces
until the laces were snug like a kite in flight,
pulling the choke until breath
went into the engine,
he whispered to the wires until
electricity
came down like drizzle,
the African man listened to the
Irish woman until the
words sounded like English,
their message was
a
mutter
as
the
muffler
went straight into
the
moist sky.
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