Cigar Man
The man sits on a bench and smokes
A not-allowed cigar,
His big brown dog stretched at his feet;
Most mornings – there they are.
I’ve never seen him crack a smile
Or even have his say
With other people or his dog,
So strangers stay away.
He looks imposing, sending vibes
To simply let him be
And all obey his message,
That’s, of course, including me.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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