Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Cigarrette
Burns slow ash
Curling smoke
Breathe at last
It's in the mind
Letting go
Of dying fire
Breath out
And suck the spark
Back to life.
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