Inhale

She sat on the bench
in the middle of the park
smoking a cigarette
and reading yesterday’s paper
while the afternoon crowds
obliviously walked past her
and pigeons dance underneath
thick trees swaying from
the breeze coming off the lake
She still had a plan
so she exhaled slowly
but what it was
she did not understand
but nobody else did either

by Charles Lara

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