If you walk down
towards the end of the corridor
you shall see,
feel, and smell
the smoke:
black smoke from the old cigarettes
between every pair of fingers:
soft or stiff.
While in wet days
towards evening
if you walk past the Greens,
you shall see the sun
shining on your face
peeking out from among the grey.
And you shall feel
something rising up
within you:
some old feeling of longing,
or a bond with life
of a different kind.
Yes.
Life starts here.
