there is an
irrelevance
in the air
a snowglobe
stuck in texas
a pristine
winter image
in eighty degrees
of lamentation
as the fog rolls
across concrete
hiding facts
behind illusion
a faulty facade
of filthy buildings
nestled in cotton
the city shakes
in the curious
grip of a child
sending plastic
flakes to fall
over this submerged
hazy desolation