pass me the baguettes--
unsafely steered cold aftermath by
an old power saved
from consequence. armed
by feet firmly planted,
each emblazoned and laced in
odd cardboard formations
and molded plexi.
so glad we took the subway,
so we shuffle huffle by--
staring at ceilings impatiently. dusted mirrors
licked clean by idle fingers--
listening to whispering
exhalations of smoke
beckon me to breathe with them,
swimming in the downstream breeze,
scattered ash infects free wind and
empties into streets.
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