Friday Poem 2 – Stains

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the smooth sky is rapid with wind
air that smacks heat and belts the trees with it
until they bend into sulky mouths

the slap-down heat of the iron hot hands
melts bitumen with the constant light
all along the famished grass

flicking and bloodless clouds
mock shadow under the eye
the covered stains beneath skin

scales as it heals and dries
to stormcloud edging as hidden
as pollution and as rife.

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