Cigar Ash

Cigar Ash

A Poem by Mr.Boffin

The cigar ash clouds the room
but then it hides
and the white rain flows down
tit tatting on the window.
A day ago when
time flowed unilaterally
the dusty door knob turned
And you entered.
And you entered.
And you entered.

:

    stylistically,
    devilishly,
    italically,
    fourth-dimensionally,

The great avenues span years
where the little feet
stained black boots
clocks tick
walk.

A Madame on your hand
and mine on yours
Me
You
I

Same -

© 2014 Mr.Boffin


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Extraordinary conception! Minimalism fills the water glass to the rim.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Extraordinary conception. The minimalism fills the water glass to the brim.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A wonderful write, hinting at the spiritual dimension of true love.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Mr.Boffin
Mr.Boffin

North Bay, Ontario, Canada



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