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

hush now

the beast remains
rubbing a yellow muzzle 
on your window pane

it seeks
to capture
your attention

to draw your eyes

a trail
of what was yellow
smoke adrift
into the sky

like the flight
of an imagined thought

an imagined
might have been

if only

it is gone

truly gone

left behind
is only the smudge
of huffing breath

a fog-smear
across the glass
to confirm something

was there

is gone now

so very gone
the huffing
felt real


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