Smoke

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.
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