Nonrhyming
Doorways
May 2001
Leaving behind the sunshine
I turn the corner and walk slowly into the smog.
I pass the hazy halo of a streetlight
And hear the coughs and murmurs of the invisible.
A sudden flare of sulphur illuminates little,
But the acrid smell bites its way through
The layers of smoky mist
Followed by a gentle sigh of hidden contentment.
Glow-worms dance in the shadows
As feet shuffle and doors open and close.
I feel my way to the entrance
And walk into a bright new world
Beyond the sign that says
"No Smoking In This Building".
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