Love Poem: Airs
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Written by: Joe Dimino

Airs

The air can be relatively silent
or noiseful wind – sort of like,
flatulence – both blessing and 
curse~ depending on where and
when.  The who, more often, not  
forthright.  

             Do we wrongly blame
God, for our own airs – what we
take in and give off, lusts of the
appetite, making foul smelling of
an otherwise sacred dwelling? 

             To my mind, better we
advocate for greener mountains, and less
polluted seas – myself, not so fond of skin ulcers, 
burning, blistering pees. 

No Second Coming, till our own transformation

Christ is not late

We are….