When I moved to St. George, I used to joke that I didn’t trust the place because I couldn’t see what I was breathing. That thought is what led me to write this next poem.
I can taste the city air
Some say air is invisible
But I see it too often
I feel it surround, choke me
I’m addicted to breathing
It’s like a drug
The only way to know pollution
Is to withdraw from it
Some say air is invisible
But I see it too often
I feel it surround, choke me
I’m addicted to breathing
It’s like a drug
The only way to know pollution
Is to withdraw from it