Smoke is in the air.
I smell it well before
It clouds my vision.
Turning around isn't an option,
As my GPS insists I stay straight.
Steering me towards the smoke.
Radiator leaks, a/c shrieks...
Windows down, I try not to inhale.
Futile as the clouds thicken,
Burning my lungs;
Lenses bloodshot with irritation.
I glance to the right,
Catching a sight of the flames.
Turn to the left more of the same.
Twice a year, the sugar is reaped...
Then the fields burn.
Rotating crops, the sugar never stops,
Year round it grows- swapping spots.
Controlled fire takes
Over half this town's land.
Chokes us all out.
Next the 'copters will swoop in low,
Spraying 'ferrilizer' and incesticide.
Allergies flare and none ever seem to care.
Few...