Smoke II


... he
smoked and dealt a hand of cards
as if he were
the first man I ever knew.
I longed to be held by him
as if he were
the first man I ever loved.
The smoke - like a spirit
my father's spirit -
infused into the bodies
of man after man
inspires the waters of my eyes
to wash the silt from my face.

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