Burgerville Nights
a dimming, dirty light,
shows dust hanging,
drifting slowly
like smoky
breath
on cold
autumn days.
chopping wood
along the road
waving good bye
as she passed
the dust from tires
billowed up,
clouding her mirror
hiding
my face;
as she
continued
i saw a
cigarette
dangling
from a
sobbing mouth
-her breath
fell heavy
with smoke.
This poem was written by jason on Jun 27, 2008.
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