Four stags of yggdrasil, dvärgar's four dwarves,

King Aelous and his twelve Anemoi,

Vayu sat swift on his gazelle, his flag

Billowing by him, for him and with him

And all other concerned wind deities

Have abandoned Earth incorporated

And thus, candy wrappers stay where they are,

Pollen lovers green and single for now

No breeze to swipe right, dry leaves or fog-

That in morning stalls itself still like a pond,

Second clouding the sun, and rare breaches

Like ripples in the pond from skipping stones

Headlights of cars flash like miniature suns

The fog stands high and hangs grass low levels

As if cloaking, saving the blush of street dogs

Bathing the year new at sewers' mouth

~Ajay

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