Hot Dogs

Beneath the moon

Almost whole, striving to reach completion

 

Stare at the struggling transformation

Tree branches casting soft shadows on her face

 

Cigarettes and Izze combine

Taste of hotdog on her tongue

 

A smile, a genuine smile to the moon

White reflects together and hope shines anew

 

Cool breeze of fall

Leaves crunch beneath her toes and she dances

 

Dances to the song of the wind,

To the beat of stones beneath her feet

 

Silence of the ungodly hours

Delight in the feeling of being the only person on earth

If only for the length of a cigarette

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