Through pouty morning lips I exhaled the night
A soft breeze kissed my cheeks
My mind drifted off
into the monsoon grey sky
Until the final call of a lotus
Pulled me back to the ground
Then turned lifeless at my feet
I’m sorry, I said,
this is the way of life
We live, and we die
The world
I hope you made the most of your time.
A crumpled leaf stirred
With which I fashioned a blanket
Laid him to rest in sun-scorched grass
Took a drag of my cigarette
And through pouty morning lips I exhaled the night.