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Untitled MAG
Hot and humid nights,
I see him there,
sitting in a cocoon of afghans.
As he counts threads
and the puffs of his pipe,
his eyes roll up slowly to watch the
rings rise higher until they crash into
the overhang of the porch.
Through the slicing blades of a fan,
I watch him
shiver in the heat
and curl further into his cocoon.
He is waiting until he can drift
up
like the smoke rings
and
disappear.
© Anonymous
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SammieNightshade said...
on Feb. 1 2011 at 3:47 pm
wow. it is descriptive and has such depth. it's like your there. you made me feel something about your poem other than the usual 'oh that's pretty'. i love it. based on this poem i would say you are an amazing writer
AngelForeverBleedingLove DIAMOND said...
on Jul. 21 2009 at 5:18 pm
Very Descriptive. I like it.
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