Smoke

smoke from the chimney
rises to the sky
and then gone

like us, did you not notice?
we are from here
this heart and then in pain
we rise up
we mix in space
there, do you see still us?

i do not see me anymore

i am fog dissolving in the morning
i am mist dissipating on glass
i am smoke
rising to the sky from the chimney
and then gone....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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