Jan 14, 2008 15:49
I have to come up with $5000, live at home, or not attend SNC. Oh joy.
smoke
The cool morning air is still
as I walk past a girl sitting on a stone bench.
She pushes soft white smoke from her lips
and it pauses to hang in the air above her head.
I look back at my own plume of smoke
suspended in the air behind me.
I wonder if she notices how beautiful it all seems,
our smoke, dragging trails in the sky.