Smoke rises for all

We of the Anthropocene
Leave our lake to sunset
As its smoke rises for all.

This smoke belongs to all
Like sun’s smell at dawn,
When sun rises behind it.

We  leave shells of words.
There is no grief in them.
A gray smoke rises for all.

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