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Smoke Screen
A Poem
Streams of smoke rise
billowing here and there,
creating abstract designs
in the air.
A clear picture
suddenly blurred
by the smoky
interference.
The truth
and facts
being masked,
a white lie drawn
by the swirling smoke.
A cigarette sits on a tray
burning with glowing cinders,
a beacon of light
in the silent, lifeless room.
The orange and red sparks
drawing more attention
to the sketchy tales
being told by the moonlight
on this dark, haunting night.
© Dave Logan 2025
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