Fire Smoke

Leaving by the
ambling roads -

coasting down
from the mountain poor
homes along the
rivulets
and hollers

I find solace
in the pleasant
and classless smell

of fire smoke.
It hangs in the air
of the villages -

above each home
wealthy or not.

It is this string
that binds us all
together.

Breathe it in.
Close your eyes.
Sigh.

Mmmmm.  That
smell has become
home.