I Put it Out and it Drove Right By

Nothing’s more just perfect
than the last bent cigarette from a crumpled soft pack
at 3 A.M.
under the gang-tagged bus stop shelter
in a freak August rain,
flooding over the curb.
One match… struck,
and here comes the god damn bus;
two more connections ‘til home.

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