We stand
at the bottom of the sky
in eddies of air,
sing, speak, sigh--a haze
over the city.

Birds breathe. Air in, air out,
a shared limited edition.
Volatile and particulate,
air leaks
from the lungs of genius.
Smog and smoke
taint the lungs
of a small cat.

Cars, buses, trucks,
and tractors dye
the air I am lost in.
Strange to be aware of air,
stranger not to be.