Saturday, June 22, 2013


words rose from the page like smoke
sweet smoke from an ember tipped wand
scented smoke from a warm glowing ember
chapter upon chapter
the ruby tipped wand
made light of the page
in the unlit room
words uncurled like smoke
caressed the ceiling leaned back
kissed the window

the page turned
 words gripped the page
like tallies of worth
with talons distended
the ceiling fell
in a puff of smoke
a few last wisps 
clung to the glass
of the night darkened window
the ember paled leaving
an ashen tipped stick in its stead


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