Falls the Cigarette
Published in
Sep 1, 2024
Falls the cigarette butt
From the sky
Like the spit
Of a retired angel
Falls the cigarette butt
In no hurry
From high heights
Of balconies
And falls it very casual
Like most things fall these days:
A leaf in loneliness
A heart in grief
A city in embers
A poet in reticence
Falls everything sickish
From high heights
Into low lows.
