Enjoying a cigarette on the back porch.
A slight breeze, chasing goosebumps up my bare arms.
The chill caressing my damp locks,
Still wet from the shower.
A lawn mower humming in the distance,
Grackles calling back and forth
Perched, just so, on the power lines.
Smoke curling into the air
Joining the clouds above.
That's where I'd like to be now.
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