Cigarette Butt
He sits down there, holding a cigarette
Looking up at the summer sky.
He inhales the smoke inside his lang
Then releases in an arm-long straight line.
Sometimes he releases through his nostrils.
Sometimes he exhales in small circles
Floating on top of his head.
He stares at the misty rings until they fade out,
His sight traverses those circles to the blue sky.
Over and over, he enjoys the rounds in layers
The passersby can smell the cigarette,
But they did not remark on his dreaming eyes.
The cigarette becomes shorter and shorter
Burns close to his fingers, he wakes up
He put out the cigarette, throws the butt in a bin
Ending his cigarette is ending his pleasure
Throwing the joyful affair.
The time contains man’s passion
A common rule of life
Copyright © Xaysouvanh Phengphong | Year Posted 2023
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