Smoke will rise (a poem)

For different reasons, not much to choose from today, I’m afraid.

Smoke will rise
as a tribute

in wisps

from a glowing
ashy tip

Smoke will rise
as a reminder

what comes from nothing
returns to nothing

nothing matters
now and forever more

Smoke will rise
to mark burdens lifted

what’s left
rises skyward

and dissipates

(24 August 2018)



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