The Psychology of Smoke Rings

She took apart the storm
divided bursts of light

from the noise finality makes.

The waves came swiftly
swirling like smoke rings
from trembling autumn lips.

Too many springs passed
sashaying like orchids

more fragile each season

reaching for Saturn
stretching boundaries
with stems that refuse to grow.

~

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