Clear sky, cold wind,
an Indian boy: a
cigarette, his only friend.

Coffee shop: no smoking.
The door creaks, he leaves; cold wind –
she shivers, he takes a sip and a drag.

looking for a friend to
play with me. Please
don't go. I have what you
don't,
and I want
what you have. You are
losing. Give it
and I shall take
care of it as
my own.