Poetry by Jeff Green

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Why?

by cricketjeff on September 22, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The broken cigarette
swirled lazily
in the dirty
oil-pretty rainwater
that washed
from the sidewalk

I watched, fascinated
as it danced, paused
changed direction
spun slowly
and finally
disappeared down the drain

On this street
cigarettes
did not usually
go to waste

tramps and bums
Hoovered them assiduously
in even the heaviest rain

but today
the street was different
today we were here

investigating

An upright honest citizen
well so they said
had found her

lying behind his lock-up
dead
of course
thick red ooze trailed
lazily away from her body

a fully loaded revolver
in a brown paper bag
lay beside her
unfired

no sign of a murder weapon
no sign of a murderer

what was a middle aged
well dressed woman doing
in this street
in the rain
at night

and
as I broke another cigarette
and watched it float
lazily in the gutter
why did I decide
to quit smoking
this week?

Author notes

items 9 and 17 a brown paper bag and a broken cigarette