it was between the chemicals and preservatives,
in the old part of regina by the bus station where we met,
collecting used cigarettes together.
we passed the time.
they dotted the cement and were suddenly everywhere.
we noticed them like shooting stars taking a break on infinite half tobacco earth.
it was like the sky and earth had switched places.
we were happy.
we walked and wondered about people on work breaks and
their half cigs on the other side of town,
stuffed in those ashtrays attached to big buildings in small metal buckets of sand.
we wondered how much never before used tobacco we might see together.