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| 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.
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