A Corner In Any District

Standing on a corner
watching the cooled smoke
escape from my clenched lips.
Cylindrical swirls repeating themselves
with each exhale, exploding as people
pass through the nicotine haze.

Standing on a corner
I saw my wife pass by
ten times in opposite directions.
I knew each was my wife because
they chose the direct approach
instead of limboing the gaseous cloud.

Standing on a corner
I stopped one of my future brides.
Looking deep into her eyes
as my smoke encapsulated us,
bringing us closer to one another,
I knew it was time for a divorce.

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