The Smoke Spreading Under The Trees

the smoke spread under the trees
from a certain burning firewood
on the house not far from where we talk

it spreads far
and this evening as i get too bored
we look at the hazy subject matter
as it moves farther to a certain visible distance

and despite the pollution
i imagine something more artful than this damage to my lungs

under the trees
the smog is beginning to shape itself
into a chine painting
of the dawn and its mist
like a poem written
by one of the poets that i love to read

Tu Fu, Li Po,
or was it Kulafu?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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