just in the miracle realm/smog from a cannon

I.
just in the miracle realm
when i told them
they dropped their lunch

i've been
where the wind
tries to jimmy itself for a sound
instead just rustling and the occasional storm

just in the miracle realm
pennies short of admittance
can taste the clouds but zero calories

just in the miracle realm
whipped up frothy
weakly at the knees

II.
roll like a flipped over roach
across the shallow surface

bricks banging
tin pans rattle
life goes on

pushing out
bursting forth
like smog from a cannon