As I sat by the window
Looking at the crowds
Torched up in profanity
A bubble of smoke
Drenched in my breath
A burning photograph
Seared in my brain
A smile lost somewhere
And left behind
Waiting for reclamation
The little boy
As he turned to ash
Smiled at me
In utter desperation
I think
For a moment , he knew.
Trapped in a fishbowl
Ashore the sea.
A smile forged of pain
Stamped in futility.
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