Post No. 811
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Smoke
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Heat shimmers
Air expands
And smoke drifts
Lazily twists and twirls
Gracefully whirls and curls
Ever upwards
Slowly gently dissipating
Dissolving in air
But still there
Smelled but unseen
As in a dream –
Doors slam
Dogs bark
Have you started the braai
They cry
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©Denise G Allen, 03 June 2015 06:44
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03/06/2015 at 9:51 am
Good one!!
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03/06/2015 at 4:13 pm
Ha. I cooked out last week. I love the smell of the grill. I am pretty sure the smoke is alive because no matter where I move around the grill, it follows me.
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