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From a Cigarette

Poetry By: kirsten hall

My experience just now while, well... smoking a cigarette. A man talking to himself, and a man singing to a tree.. Where could they be? I wonder if it is connected with the Lord.

Submitted:Mar 18, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Tonight I went outside to smoke a cigarette.

I went outside and was surprised I was alone.

I sat with the picnic table setting in to break.

And as I smoked I saw another moment that I won't forget.

I slowly smoked my cigarette to wait for company.

I sat there and waited while I heard the passers drone

The words they uttered hit me with a quake

He repeated these words "it was my first time," but I know it wasn't that

He repeated himself "it was my first time, it was my first time."

With stability at first he would walk where it shone

While he felt alone, it must have been a mistake.

And that's a time that he did admit, it was it, whatever it was

A man on a longboard living in the shallow

He was oncoming with a man who went on his own

The other man was looking for place to stake

To sing to the energies he felt in this place

A story in the living that was only true

What it means if it means is a story of its own

The Almighty only knows what of this to make

Our imaginations blaze what we can't erase


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