I see
Those photographs
Color prints
And feel a fear
.
I can feel
And smell
So much
Of what is there
.
The blazing
Orange heat
Black smoke
Clogging lungs
.
Burning diesel
Vinyl and chrome
I know those smells
But have never spelt the other
.
And for that
I thank God
And hope I never will
That we never will again
.
As I look at a photo
Of a bus
A scant few years before my birth
Darken southern skies
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