-
|
|
Poetry
by Mickey Grubb
Vanished
A man goes out for cigarettes
and is never heard from again
As far as anyone knows
he went up in a puff of smoke
I imagine his day began
like most other days
the mysterious night
with its many pointed stars
fading with the arrival of dawn
entering through a window
only moments before
he opened his eyes
throwing off the covers
his feet touching a cold floor
hastening to the first cup
lighting up
steam and smoke
a vaporous ring
going out then rising
coasting into the chandelier
disappearing like a whisper
in a soft evening wind
Copyright © 2010 Mickey
Grubb
|
|
|
