The lifted breeze and
The pall that casts itself over
the dead leaves.
Smoke emanating from a lit cigarette
How careless it wisps
A shout from inside a building
Somewhere
So full of itself, so sure
As if it was demanding to be heard
Over the fall air, which has a sound all it's own
The concrete columns with gum stuck to their sides beg clouds to wash them clean
To make them new again
Or destroy them
Another shout from inside
This one louder
This one fuller
The cigarette falls in the cracked ashtray
And waxes nostalgic with its peers.
Coming.
