Only Human


Waist down, one sees

pressed chinos-

steady strides-

sturdy shoes, and wonders how that

adventitious cancer stick

got into the picture.


He walks quickly, without noticing

people he's supposed to know.

So he misses the expressions in

their eyes.


Uncle takes another drag on

his cigarette, grey haze

laying like the weight of the world on his shoulders.


A/N: Don't smoke, please.