Morning Coffee #18

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys.

The Soul

BY KATIE FORD

It disappeared. 
It reappeared
as chimney smoke 
that burnt through carcasses
of swallows stilled,
and that it portrayed no will
was why I followed that smoke
with this pair of eyes.

It was that it didn’t need
or require my belief
that I leant upon it 
as a tired worker
upon 
a gate.

Source: Poetry (November 2012)

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