i know why the caged bird smokes

i know why the caged bird smokes

a perfect square,
backlit,
framed
in rouged,
back alley neon.

you exhale, from
your small, open window,
smoke winding
itself around the shoulders,
of the railway bridge.

each slender breath
adds your weight
to the sighing of the city.
your silent thoughts
set free; unbroken.