Cig

Lift leaf
with fingertip,
Fill, roll, lick.

Then flick, click
teeth and flint
grit.

Flame bobs, flickers.
Steadies,
sits.

One desires
the other
touch it

So in turn, paper singes
For  a second, first.
Then burns.

Spark, crackle.
Paper,
crisped.

Purse lips,
pull deep.
Then  the long exhale.

You’re held,
grounded.
For that moment.

Photograph by Joel Murray.

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