Sunday, May 9, 2010

Elegy on a Cigarette

My mother's breast,
Untasted then,
Now sucked.

Love lost,
Unconsummated then;
Now slowly savored.

The old neighborhood,
Old friends recalled:

The rope of smoke
To all my past.
My consolation
For all that never was.

And now, my courage.
On to the hard task,
Into the fray,
Again and again and again.

But first,
A cigarette.

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