There He Is

He's gone out with his smokes and his paperback. He's gone outside to sit in the sunshine and live in the world for a little bit. 15 minutes to live. A puff, a paragraph. A puff, a paragraph. A puff, a paragraph. A puff, a paragraph, a pause, a quiet consideration, a glance, a gaze, a forgetfulness of all things except that small pothole in the road looking so lonely. Staring back. That small piece of the world. So broken. 

A final puff, one more paragraph.