Lexi stood next to me, on the porch.
He struck up a match to light a cigarette,
and the air was filled by a beautiful smell of phosphorous.
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great poem! the last line is fantastic! it sets off the whole thing
I've noticed your poems are very short... they are well written and mysterious though. Thank you for the poem.
Great poem! Did he look like a dragon, with smoke breathed through nostril's swell? God bless poets, all-MJG.
Each red eye holds back the dragon. Japanese bonsai trees around stone gardens gold fish pond fed by, 'Shibumi hands always filled with orange paper lanterns....iip