Smoking Shakespeare

The smoke from my cigarette drifts in a lazy curl, Shapes start to appear as I watch it rise and unfurl, Look,a stallion racing towards the sun, And there, a noble knight meeting his maiden won, There’s a dancer twirling on her toes, as the tip of my cigarette burns and glows, I watch the characters as if on a stage, acting out a Shakespearean page, Look,there’s Proteus and Ophelia ,too, And poor Othello, deceived and fooled, I watch as puck bespells the wrong eyes, And the Fairy Queen with a jackass lies, It’s like a dream upon a midsummer’s night, There’s Hamlet, Juliet, And my favorite, ‘Twelfth Night’ Then the players bow out as my cigarette burns down And I return to reality with a smile and a frown…