i saw a flash from a cigarette tossed
onto the asphalt from a speeding car.
tiny sparks swirled in the breeze
before twinking out in the sticky darkness.
the click of a zippo had started its journey;
now the end comes in this shower of fire
from the burning pavement.
© 1992 (Tulsa, OK)
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