Wednesday, November 28, 2007

CARRIED AWAY ON SPIRALS OF SMOKE

Lifting push pins
releasing snapshots from the old wall
curling memories flutter
like butterflies in a breeze
and they fall
they fall
to the floor
like so many leaves
on a crisp Autumn day
feet shuffling through
and then raking into a pile
they burn
they burn so well
a tiny spark growing to a fiery blaze
sending out a pungent smell
finding a way to escape
that scent carries me along
on those spirals of smoke...
to a place I once belonged

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