Potentially Explosive Atmosphere

thunderheads line up across the bay
as airbirds wait their turn to taxi
pulses of energy enter these bodies
coming out the other side breathing

prevaricating at the petrol station
as the passers-by smoked cigarettes
the atmosphere was on orange alert
but the radios played old gangajang

humidity creeps through the gardens
as hummingbirds get the final call
jasmine supplies dangerously low –
tearing off every printed forecast

barometric disasters wait to happen
as a circling isobar drinks its fill
outside even the planetarium wavers
& the marathon runners begin to melt

six o’clock shadows on a newsreader
as the tickertape parade lingers on
the potentially explosive air pocket
charged like a yearning peace rocket

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