she flicks a crackling orange tip
careless eyes gloss over
with sucking blue leisure
spirit-fumes waft airborne
tendrils from a two-fingered draw
exhaling through pursed lips
the aroma of a thoughtless meditation
symbol of a shared peace
the ritual of letting down
last rite before a firing squad
truce from the pace

but—

the target of a new prohibition
saying, danger, danger
ban t...

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spring is springing up:
green fingers pierce through the ice,
no force can cancel.

Limericist 2021

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