"I shower Love on you. Pass Love on." Two Listeners
The finest breath
She ever took:
Puffing on a cigarette
Talking on the phone
Long distance
Always long distance
The reaching out to people
Not physically there
Not ghosts, not ciphers;
Digitized entities
1's and 0's, travelling across light
on fiber optic then across the air
A shorter distance from the tower to
The card in the phone to the hand
Shaking,
Sitting on the cold porch
In winter,
Inches from the Marlboro
Red
Smoking
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