Standing by the yard smoking
One windy autumn afternoon.
Nothing much on my mind
But plenty of nicotine in my lungs.

I see seven tall cypress trees
Though not high enough to touch the sky
Swaying just a little bit
To the music of the wind.

Cars passing by at forty miles an hour
Some may go fifty-five or sixty the most
But who cares, I'm smoking
And taking all my time.

It was a cold afternoon
I had my sweater on
My feet were close to shivering
I only had slippers on.

I look towards the sky
Twas so blue and peaceful
The clouds were white and feathery
And so was my last puff of smoke.

09/20/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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