Smoke 
  
Drifting, floating, lazy curls, 
Make their way. 
Confused spirals dart in and out, 
Up and down, around and around. 
Wisps of gray and white, 
The gentle breathe disrupting 
The chaos of reek. 
Random patterns slowly diminish 
Until the air has cleared of smoke. 
  
3/99 
  
1999 © Joshua Golden