|Mum, not smoking, in the tropical|
heat of Hong Kong, looking
towards HK island from the
roof of the YMCA c. 1961
Just one Cigarette
Just one cigarette after lunch
for years, at the wooden table
in Grand Court. The midday heat ...
This is the start of a short poem,
prompted by the Poetry School - a ritual.
Though I wrote it yesterday only
had time to post it today.
For years my mum smoked just
this one. I did sneak one or two in
my early teens.