Poet 23: meliverde

Cigarette smoke

wafts and floats

and drifts and bends

and twists and then

it’s snatched up


by the wind.


while coffee breathes

a steady stream

of rising steam

that’s barely seen.


but if you listen

really close,

you’ll note that coffee

likes to gloat


that steam’s supreme

at everything,

and always knows

the road it goes,

and isn’t kin

to fleeting wind,

who’s known to be

a flighty fiend.


smoke stays unfazed

and sleepily sways

and stretches and yawns

while the steam carries on

that smoke

is a joke

and it doesn’t belong.


so, desperate for peace

I made both of them gone.

The End

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