the smoke spread under the trees br from a certain burning firewood br on the house not far from where we talk br br it spreads far br and this evening as i get too bored br we look at the hazy subject matter br as it moves farther to a certain visible distance br br and despite the pollution br i imagine something more artful than this damage to my lungs br br under the trees br the smog is beginning to shape itself br into a chine painting br of the dawn and its mist br like a poem written br by one of the poets that i love to read br br Tu Fu, Li Po, br or was it Kulafu?br br RIC S.