Wisps of silver grey smoke curl
their way through the room
as though anxious to escape the mouths
of perpetrators— is this what it means to abide by?
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! 💝
Posted for Quadrille #117 @ dVerse Poets Pub