Skyscrapers, their feet Set in concrete, Watch over the smoggy city street. The needles of factory chimneys Spin fluffy cotton clouds Into dreary mundane grey funeral shrouds To spread on the city street. Only the gaudy glow Of neon-lit store fronts Pierces the murky smog…

As a periwinkle sky provided background, For a storm cloud to gather its strength, And spread warning before the thunder and lightning would start, The Forest Ranger checked her dashboard clock.   Tonight, her lifetime career would be crowned — Praised for its unblemished length….