Dwindling CigarettesA Poem by Ranger Kessel
High beams knife low fog billows.
Wipers slash rapid across fractured windshield. Purple streaks lacerate red, twilight sky. Thunder clashes eerie rumble. Dwindling cigarettes. Ash falling on soft, leather seats. pine air freshener twirling from center mirror. Vent blasts warm air on sandaled toes. Water streams fast neon pearls. Black suit blues hiss and broken speaker. Spring essence seeps through loose windows Tires pounding wet, puffy- tarred cement. Orange hazard cones Steep pebbled dividers. Ringed finger snuffs hot ash in metal tray. Shoulder belt loosens. Red fingers seize plaid blanket throw. Hands cover yawns. Damp fingers knotted. Mirror hazes dark. Tired forehead pressed in tender arms. Blanket covers soft wounds. Teal, white walled comet zipping through elastic, blue elements. An evening of fresh somber youth lucidly coalesced in spirit of a roving, anxious soul. © 2022 Ranger Kessel |
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Added on June 14, 2022 Last Updated on June 14, 2022 |