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Lovely. It's always an honour to be among the first readers, poet to poet. Andrew On 19 August 2015 at 15:41, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > *I have changed it as you recommended, Andrew. Brilliant. MUCH better. > Thank you! Sheila * > > *Smoke* > > > Where she listens, her small breath > is heard, not smoke, not voice, > not thin wind, just the blend > of each one being where they are > > Where she is, they are > indistinguishable from the sound > of thin smoke rising > to the heat of afternoon > > Where they are, trees are, > along the warm cement wall > where they sit, and where she smokes > the slender brand, this gentle afternoon > > Where they speak, they do not hear > smoke rise toward the blue > behind lace branches where the shadow > mimics slight moves of receiving branches > > Sheila E. Murphy >