Wafting Ballet

No flaws in the silence
Yet your lips still part with empty words
Smoke rolls from tongue and eyes follow
Floating through an invisible current
Vapor free form prancing
Twists, a ballet to one who would wish it
Glorious practice spilling from a tiny sun
Yellowed cracks bend to caress the mouth
Beneath a dance for the ages

Then a flick and a sigh
With the curtains drawn, I rise and vanish
Perhaps the grass would deign to listen


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