COPPING A SMOKE 770803/TOR
By JCSTREET © 2004
The prairie was open and warm, but
it was night
you came
out of a Lightfoot song
lightly
on foot, light
at my foot
a cigarette to share climbing
smoke tracing
tunnels of air
emptied by our moving limbs
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