A poem a day


Cigarette Span

You roll and burn a cigarette

from beginning to end.

I watch your planet orange glow and burn.

You’re safe in your train of thoughts.

Suits me fine. I don’t want more.

I’m your one-minute neighbour, friend

sharing shelter as this rain holds on.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. This is a wonderful poem!

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