Pollution

She glides through the streets

Ballerina moves as she jumps

The streets are hot so she can't stop

she twirls her bubble net as she glides

catching the pollution caught in the sky

her eyes are wide

her smile gives a hint of knowing

she stops to gaze in a cold mans eyes

looking at his soul

calling out the pollution stuck in his heart

no words are spoken 

she knocks on a door

to see who will open