Video Wednesday: Smoke


A poem about hope and it elusive quality.



Seems unimportant as

conquests become history

just who did what to whom.

Seems unimportant as

failures become history

just who did what to whom.

Early morning blue sky

taut as webbed skin in

fingers of trees,

not unlike imagination in

weary brain

lacing medulla

keeping it whole.

Seems unimportant somehow

conquests, failures, blue skies,

fingers of trees and lace of imagination

come together now only in

painting sad image with tongue

and watching smoke of cigarette

like other things

wind-yawning toward sky.

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