cameraman is late
molecules lower into mist
then smoke and screenshots
my nicotine grows from roots
onto tongue into thyroid
deliciously fresh I blow
sprays across crisp lawn
true blue sky sings its songs
massaging through trendy T-shirt
day moves harmonic, stylish
cigar shortens
I’m patient with cameraman
he is late as usual
our canvas is painted
with muted colours of farmlands
organic every morn
let us go for cappuccinos
before work starts in ernest
in coffeeshop we’ll love
ourselves f o r e v e r ~
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BRONZE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry Imagery Contest
May ‘26
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