what (feels real)

Inspired by the phrase ‘The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes’ taken from ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ by T. S. Eliot.
This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

oh
hush now

the beast remains
without
rubbing a yellow muzzle 
on your window pane

it seeks
to capture
your attention

to draw your eyes
toward
.
.
.
.
what

a trail
of what was yellow
smoke adrift
up
into the sky

like the flight
of an imagined thought

an imagined
what
might have been

if only

but
it is gone

truly gone

left behind
is only the smudge
of huffing breath

a fog-smear
across the glass
to confirm something

something
truly
was there

it
is gone now

so very gone
yet
the huffing
felt real

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