Beside the yellow train
The cigarettes stack themselves
Below smoke I’ve never coughed before
This man is getting old
But crosses his legs like he no longer cares
A small group of construction workers
Change the direction of the light
With their yellow hats
Under straight taught cables
And rain watered charcoal
Are cigarettes black on the train tracks
And it’s been a while since I missed a bus
But this smoke bending beside us
Is curious enough for this train to pass by
Unnoticed
In the deep weight of the gray air morning
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