Boxed In

Riding the rail cargo blue sky's virgin eyes suddenly a ride on the wild side. Consumed like a passionate love affair first sneaking around then a box unbarred. There were several more boxes growing inside tranquil the rush rolled up on the cool side. Should I count the length of time? Should I not forget the first box I tried? I visited Salem, Newport how cool the breeze. Marlboro & Winston wasn't for me another box opened to my foolish feed. it was Kool for awhile till my mind seemed to freeze. So many boxes, many more did I breathe. Next a very slim box, but a journey long enjoying a mellow, vivacious breeze in the Virginia mountains high air so soft admiring a beautiful sky. After a short while it was time to move on just like the Old West Maverick was born. Shoot-in toot-in smoke so thick general warning the surgeon's threat. A life of boxes adorned the family tree It was the 2017 box that finally set me free. No longer boxed in, living life tobacco free. Quit smoking January 2018