Another Cigarette

inks to light another but he’s already had a few.

Another Cigarette

There is a bird on the wire 
against the amber sunset.
She feels the compartment 
for another cigarette.

The parking lot now empty 
And the highway is clear.
She turns on the engine
and puts the car in gear

A man holds his filter, 
turns it with his thumb.
He checks his jacket
for a pack of gum.

He’s sitting on a park bench
with hi…