We were cruising through a smoky city,
wearing our backpacks out.
You thought the dense smoke was pretty.
It never came out of your mouth.
Your tone was clear and serious.
You didn’t want to drink a beer.
But your mind was still, mysterious.
It feels good to have a peer.
While I may long for an inner circle,
you know what community is.
And there is no instant portal
to take you where the closeness is.
But navigating sleepless subways
seemed to me a lot more real
than staying up in secret enclaves,
where you don’t know what to feel.
And it all resets in the morning
when the sun dispels your doubt.
There are a dozen smokers boarding,
wait till they’re inside to let it out.
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