Song of Smoke

Song of Smoke

The heavy black bird
resting on every green exit sign

With a dark wing he gestures
into the distance that you are already driving into

He will wait to be thanked

Evening of the evening
dessert of the dessert

Most beloved parts on the body of the beloved

Sensation and emotion are not the same
but they do share some wiring

Name the thing you feel
to see it rise from you