blather
smoking_outside
jane vibration vines from your lips
curling outward like cigarette smoke
tails of traveling, tales
of your own journeys, hero...
hundreds of years in the making

face lines written prehistoric
your eyes smiling crystal clear before
the corner of your mouth pulls in.
irises of liquid blue
rippling with amusement

a tap of the feet,
red cherry glow, you go
back inside. the deep panther
of your shadow creeps behind,
slithers its way in before
the screen
slams shut.
051207
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pete today is one of those days i'm especially happy that i don't smoke -18 brr 051207