It's a blue,
summer day:
clouds pass by
like balls
of cotton.
She sits
on her porch,
smoking
a cigarette.
A slight breeze
from the Gulf
blows across
her legs.
She sits
and puffs:
she thinks
in whispers
and
neon colored
dreams.
Her thoughts
come fast;
sometimes happy,
often sad.
When it's
over,
she puts out
her Camel Light
and walks back
inside.
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