Daytime Cigarette
Jul 18th, 2009 | By Carlton Lloyd Smith | Category: Poetry | 398 viewsit struck me, the way that she smoked
with no regard for passers-by,
the crowd shuffled past her slowly,
the odd head jerking toward her,
wearing a frown in faux-disgust
she leaned in the sun against the
rust brick wall, baking in the heat,
one foot grounded and the other
propped loose against the dingy wall
I watched her raise her cigarette,
slowly to her mouth and tug,
the end lighting up in hot delight
her arm dropped down as the slightest
smokey wisp escaped her lips and
vanished in her inhalation
the festival crowd, densely packed
with tired fathers and lonely
mothers shepherding their children
she stood in stark contrast as one,
singularly disaffected,
letting the trails of smoke waft up,
one slowly from her dangling hand,
the other a white puff of cloud
escaping her nose and her mouth
a young woman walked quickly by
and turned, scoffing to her sister,
expressing her astonishment
with a grand gesticulation
and then I saw the one, only,
indication she was aware
of the crowd she stood among
one side of her mouth turned slowly,
in a sly and sultry grin -
and again she raised her cigarette,
enjoying her moment in the sun
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About Carlton Lloyd Smith: Technology Director and Founder, Troubadour 21 - Carlton is a poet, writer, dreamer and professional techno-geek residing in Southeast Michigan. His obsession is learning and growing and his favorite color is Crayola® cornflower blue. Visit his poetry website at poetry.unclesol.net, Visit his blog at www.unclesol.net, friend him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/unclesol, or follow him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/unclesol |
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