Tobacco on the wind

Tobacco on the wind
I catch it rarely
the first strike of a cigarette
before it gets stale
allows me to transcend time
sends me back to the days
of my Uncle,
stained fingers and fishing stories
rolled his own
Yesterday I caught the smell of smoke
in the country
turned out it was a beekeeper
going about his business
it wasn't such a sweet smell
but it had a similar entrancing effect.
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Posted: Nov 13
About this poem:
I don't smoke but occasionally I catch a first whiff of tobacco freshly lit

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Comments (1)

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Oceanzest, glad you don't smoke anymore. I was one many years ago. That first spark smell is unforgettable. Every time I get into the elevator with the residents that smoke, the tobacco smell is no escape. See, in our building smoking is not permitted so you have to go out for it. Thanks for sharing the routine events...SM
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