Slim gets all industrial.
And what a beautiful plume this is, Nigel,
a plume with time on its hands.
Look at it loping across the sky
like the tail of a giant Chinese Dragon.
Let’s hail a cab to find the plume’s end
where the last wisps of water vapour drift upwards
and a blue mist hangs,
and there it is
above the emptying parking lot
of the big box mall
in the western sky
before a bawling sun.