Smoke of Dreams

I light a cigarette: click, flash, flare. Hiss. Glow. Pull in the smoke.   Unhabitual, now. A remnant. A ritual. An offering. Appeasement. Sacrifice is not the right word. Or maybe it is.   Plant of promise from the New World. Scorched earth. Forest fire. After the burn-off, the regrowth. Fresh foliage flares, Phoenix-like, from …

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