Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Thursday, September 09, 2004

In the night

She fluttered for a moment
and about it
until it was over-
it had gone around
and played in the smoke
of my cigarette. There was no need
for a moth
to take such interest.
The light bulb was bare
and waiting. She hung there
wondering too
why I was staring back.