When the world hands you a gift
open it
fast or slow, whatever suits
your mood maybe
you’ll decide to carry it
tucked into a pocket
for a day or a season
where it can whistle joy
all day close to your skin
unopened and fizzing
waiting while you get ready
for what’s inside.
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Puff Of Smoke Poems 