Don't You Think

It takes one, & then another
w/reflections in a puddle of breath
left out on the sidewalk
lulls in the atmosphere
I‘d say if it wasn’t for those bent
trees you’d never know
how thirst measures the gleam
spinning in the eyes of some random
yet essential stranger
hypnotized by threads of smoke
& leaning against the refrigerator
as though the wreckage of the night sky might
trip the scaled-down version she
carries like a funeral march
down Kamikaze Blvd