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Air Ghazal


03.30.19 Posted in today's words by

Thomas Locicero’s most recent poem to appear here was “A Soldier Returns” (February 2019).

Air Ghazal
By Thomas Locicero

Nitrogen, O2, argon, CO2—air.
Neon, helium, methane—also in air.

The atmosphere of Earth’s layer of gases
around the earth, retained by gravity—air.

Air protects life on Earth from radiation.
Blood breathes oxygen but dries up in the air.

One man defied the Church when he felt Earth pull.
Tightrope walkers confuse gravity for air.

The blackbirds are visible in the white clouds.
At dusk, birds disappear into gray air.

The sky sends a drop of water to warn us.
Storm clouds seem to scatter like bats in the air.

A cloud of dust spits up from the dry red earth,
contributing to a rainbow in the air.

In man’s anger, he forgets to remember
but remembers to complain, full of hot air.

A basketball player defies gravity
for a mere ten feet, brags of rarefied air.

The most beautiful giggle I ever heard
was when my son watched bubbles fly in the air.

Man’s first job was to tend a clean, green Garden.
Too many people’s first jobs pollute our air.

A man who claimed to be God walked on water.
The godless struck America through the air.

While the world wonders why we have so much war,
there is silent scorn from the god of the air.



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