dances whimsically as if
to dazzle-
so beautiful when
contrasted against dull
street lamps;
drifting down through the smog
street lamps;
drifting down through the smog
like falling leaves
floating
gently in a summer breeze,
gently in a summer breeze,
but as leaves
succumb to rot,
the momentary grace
will end-
snuffed out
regret
like the cherry
at the end of my cigarette