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I sat on my porch
in the late afternoon
reading a novel
borrowed from a friend
drinking hot coffee
and occasionally
a dripping glass of water

as the sun stretched across
my legs
I lit a cigarette
and watched the smoke
dance around my hand
before vanishing
into the breeze

I accidentally put ash
in my coffee
so I dumped the rest
over the edge
into the dirt by the brick ledge
of the apartment below
and watched as the sun
and ground envied their own
powers