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 2022
About this poem:
I don't smoke but occasionally I catch a first whiff of tobacco freshly lit
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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