Wisps of silver grey smoke curl
and dance
their way through the room
as though anxious to escape the mouths
of perpetratorsβ€” is this what it means to abide by?
Sickly sweet,
I attempt to billow in dense clouds of conversation
in the hallway.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Fabian Perez Painting, Pinterest

Lisa is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “abide.”
Come join us! πŸ’

Posted for Quadrille #117 @ dVerse Poets Pub