No smoking

 From a distance
 it could've been a bird
 or some kind of angel free
 from limbs.
 The wisp of smoke
 a wing,  caught mid-flight
 by the line through it.
 It was cold on the train
 and we huddled in groups
 a soup of people swimming
 through the carriage.
 The eye from the video
 sign watched us
 alongside that bird
 stuck like a kiss
 to the window.
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