all fluid
and bendy
it waves and winds
into the sky
interrupting my time
with the child within
the smoke is a poem
that suddenly stretches out before me
tempting me to put down the dr.seuss book
that i was reciting to us (my inner child and i)
and grasp the poem
before it slips further
into the sky
"...shape of smoke"
is a mere illusion
a distraction
a temptation
oh, the lovely shape of smoke
all covered in demise
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