Starlight Scope Myopia – Yusef
Komunyakaa
Gray-blue shadows lift
Off the
end of the Marlboro light
I stole
from Gran’s purse this morning.
Half a
mile from the back door,
Im hiding
in the pine
forest
of a whippoorwills song.
I always
carry an old bottle of
Cologne I found in
the drawer,
Make sure
she doesn’t smell
The silver
spotted smoke
That
clings to the wrinkles
in my
hand-me-down jacket.
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