I've planted some thought seeds, and this is what has grown.
Come rest under a poetree, or take a leaf home to brighten up your room.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Ash
Leaking smoke like
a sawed-off shotgun
this smoldering second-half
of a ground-out cigarette
cocked casually from
the pickup's open window.
Gray ash dusts away,
a breeze-blown hourglass,
and the light changes.
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