Saturday, July 23, 2005
One cigarette
No smoke with you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey. I smiled to wonder who would believe it's signal, of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker's tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draft blows it winding...
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