A cluster of ash
shades of black, white, and gray
scattered all over the ashtray
You tried to touch the smoke
with hopes of reshaping it
into something sudden
It only slipped through your hands
and wished
it didn't happen
You blew it away
and it vanished
into a thin layer of air
It left a faint smell on you
but seeing it again
is perhaps far from true
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