He took a long last drag <br />as he looked <br />out across the water, <br />the birds raced and dived, <br />the waves crashed gently <br />upon the shore. <br />In the sky <br />he could still see, <br />the image of a passing jet <br />bound for home. <br />Smoke from the gun <br />drifted slowly on the wind.<br /><br />Deb Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-18/
