Play with smoke—work from it—
lift by your heels, go straight up to sport with it—
lengths of black hairs, unspun, mocking
couth clouds walking by the horizon—
smoke which aspires, and spends itself
for nothing less than the sun—sport with it—
huddle by its soft sides—ascend
with your shoetoes stuck in it—
hats off to the city!
-2002
