Native American smoke signals
May be the most transitory
And ephemeral communication of all,
Next to the voice
—A Jiminy Cricket whisper
In your ear—
That transmogrifies instantly
Into memory
While the smoke signal
Takes its own sweet time
And rises in a langorous backstroke
Drifting slowly and inexorably
Toward Heaven,
Achieving evanescence
Somewhere in the troposphere.
[Irvine, California 4/16/2008]
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