A Greatness In Banality
I sneak a smoke
walk down the road
walk past the first house,
a farm house
Light up
take a long, blistery drag
(An occasional luxury nowadays,
my first in a week)
It hits me
It hits me
a pair of siamese trees
looms over me.
Pass the trees
I look at the field
little plants
the color of asparagus
witha lighter shade
reflecting off them
An army of trees
stationary and popping
in the background
under a baby new sky
It is a good day
whent he world
looks like a Rembrandt
No dogs barking today
They're cool 'cause I'm cool
Second house
only a couple hits left
There are few things sadder
than the last hit
of the last cigarette
It resembles
a lost love
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