This is the second poem that Jo Richter of ' Sonic structures and Silent stretches' has sent me. It is a companion poem to our first joint effort called 'Closure".  I love Jo's poems..

                                          Breathing Plastics

When she left for other places
she chose a something to leave behind
For she knew the chroniclers
were not used to keep her kind in mind.

Breathing monsoons to keep living
having what the locals have
she clad in hides of extinct beauty
and left a something when she left..

He'd know what to look for 
when traveling fenced off lands.
That one something feeling all familiar
By the roadside, held in sands..

Breathing plastics wrapped in Air
filtering the local waters
sticking Hazmat suits and Wellies
He followed Late. Building her Alters.

Breathing Plastics ( A poem written by Jo Richter(Sonic structures and Silent stretches)

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