COLD ASH from James Goertel’s bi-weekly poetry feature, Under the Same Moon, smolders… on fire for you.
COLD ASH (I STILL SMOLDER)
Each match I light burns to the bitter end
with no candle to call home, their thin
whispers of smoke lost to a sky
which holds the same moon
hung between now and
never again, the in between
of on fire for you and the cold ash
of another cigarette long since smoked
while I still smolder, tamped by blue dawn.