not just car crashes
and winter weather forecasts
there’s quiet news, too.
Here, in this small town
tiny miracles each day
fall from the gray sky
the girl who dropped out
found her spark to try again,
came to tell me so
And Reader, I swear she was
Smiling—her shell cracked open
another looked up
paused in searching for his path
took a breath, and learned
to play the saxophone, loud.
In this bright world, new music
Puff Of Smoke Poems 