My porch light gives me the eyes
Suggesting a cigarette break
Causing me to flirt with the idea
Reminding me of how nice it feels to just sit and smoke and be
Pausing my thoughts to embody an elderly, Western man
Stoic, solitary, at the end of his days
A waking memory of misplaced youth and melancholy
I light one
I sit
I watch
The sky diffuses into night
A young couple walks past my house
"...You should see it there. Children run all around playing, laughing. Parents chatting off to the sides. An ice cream shop on every corner. The best ice cream I've had. Let me take you there soon..."
They float down the way
My cigarette smoke following them home
Like an omen of protection
It looked as if it were reaching for that love
From my puckered lips, to my lungs, back out to the lovers
and all the way home.
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