Weird so out of focus.
I woke up and felt the ocean
rise and fall beneath me.
I opened my eyes and desert
was all I could see.
Cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
The smoke fills the room from the ceiling to about eye level.
They continue to smoke and read their books and drink martini’s.
She uses a triangular crystal ash tray.
Filled with cigarette butts, some ringed with lipstick long sucked from her lips.
When it is not filled with cigarette butts and the light hits the ashtray at just the right angle, you can see the rainbow.
The ash tray was an anniversary gift.
During the day this room is a sanctuary.
At night it is a prison of displeasure and fear.
Little Buddha sitting in the window.
Always still and focused.
Little Red Rider