Windows sealed shut.
One side, my side,
blank conditioned air—
On the other side, the world:
Sky full of thick clouds
Tree thick with clouds of white blossoms.
A breeze I can’t feel
Moves through the branches
Where meandering bees buzz
Even if I can’t hear them.
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Puff Of Smoke Poems 