taking a walk
through the industrial district
near work
is just like
being in paradise
you have the real breeze but
it can’t compare
to the warm wind whipped up
by the giant delivery trucks
and rumbling passenger-less trains
or the sweet scent
of diesel and gas
borne gently
on that wind
like a lily’s fragrance
the ground shakes
with traffic
as if the earth is new
and making itself
ex nihilo, ad infinitum
Words and Feathers 
I only love the smell of gasoline when it’s less than $2 a gallon. Excellent writing, Crow man.
Really? You like the diesel smell?
You don’t find it invigorating?
Ugh. I wonder if your love for that smell stems from your childhood somehow.
Ha ha ha!
from chaos comes order (and beauty),
Nicely done and capture in words. I feel like I am there