origami
we climb up the cuttings
in the hill. chalk under nails,
your laughter plunging into
the sun.
cigarette
dangles from the corner of your lip,
curling its
origami smoke.
i say look at the view,
you say you’re already looking
at it - your half-baked smile
waning
over the horizon, as pavements below
crackle
with chalk: kids’ games; strangers’ names,
all swoon
as the
day
blushes into pastel.