Sleep is not an option
How you chase an elusive lover
Through corridors of echoing thoughts
While the smoke from clove cigarettes
Burns its flavor through your nose
Is a carefully orchestrated mingling of soft wind
And dead calms on a bayside picture window
portal the shining of the artificial stars of the city streets
While the faint dusting of moisture
Makes you crave for a thunderstorm
copyright Louise de Leon May 1998
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