I took a picture of you
smoking a cigarette on the patio.
You looked as though
you were about to levitate
balancing your weight on your toes.
The puff of smoke around your head
hung like an omen
and your face was like a painting
of a sage in nirvana.
simple and to the point.. you've taken a tiny moment in time and framed it twice... once in the photograph and once here. it makes me curious to see what the picture looked like. i love poetry like this.. taking seemingly insignificant moments and making it monumental. and yet keeping it subtle the whole time. looking forward to reading more of your work.
As always - not too many words, but used perfectly, nice, constructive form, pleasant style, you name things in a fantastic way. All your poems are very similar, well, they describe you somehow, so they must have something in common, but how about trying new horizons? How about experimenting a bit?