the poetry of the rising smoke

he crumbled the words
of his unwritten poems
onto the fine cigarette paper
rolled it tight
with his nimble fingers
and lit it up

the silver thread
of rising smoke
was filigreeing the air
entwining the stars
into the poetic ornament
of this autumn night

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