BIG
BIG CIG
Just about every person young old male
female sane + insane was sucking on a big
cig today It even looked like they were
protecting said cigarettes not from the
whipping wind but from those of us who
wolflike crouched on streetcorners waiting
Even indoors where smoking is prohibited I
saw a mother with a croaking baby light up
aggressively The intake a seeming last breath
Croak went the baby croak Coffee clatchers
looked confused I dashed out and passed a sign
that said: Try to be one of the people on whom
nothing is lost (Henry James)
Though likely better if I did miss some of the minutiae
The sordid ceremonies of urban life in Winter Ditto the
alleyways full of limping dogs +yesterday’s spittle
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songanddancegirl 