Tobacco and
marijuana
Smoke hangs,
swirls
and curls in
a sun beam
those who
have inhaled it,
then blown
it out of lungs again,
look at it
with young wonder,
thinking
that it means something.
Years and
miles further on
Sunlight shines
through
Smoke from a
chimney
Making dapped
patterns
On the
tarmac carpark below.
One person
watches this
Another is gone.
Smoke only means this for a moment.
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