The Man With the Cigarette
I find a strange comfort
in the smell of cigarette smoke
and a lingering storm.
The young man with the cigarette
crouched on the concrete
nervously watching the clouds roll in.
With a sigh, he puts out he cigarette,
and stands. Wiping his hands
on a filthy apron, getting back to work.
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I love this one!
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