Wisps Of Smoke

It’s not easy being free, even in the lost
chill of early morning fog.

Face pressed against glass
smeared with imprints of
tomorrow

I try to find my way to the old memories,
the ones that beckon
like fire.

© 2010, Chris G. Vaillancourt

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