One more cigarette for the young dog to piss and poop, to explore the garden, check-out the squirrel holes before I load her up. One more cigarette to let the split oak set before I stack it. One more cigarette and a cup of old coffee to inhale November.
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Hmm, the good White Oak/ Post Oak? The intense perfume of oak firewood, the smell of deepest nature, the heart cut from the earth.
I stumbled upon a quote from the late poet/writer Jim Harrison, ‘ If I had only five minutes left to live I would light up a cigarette and pet my dog.’
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Blue Oak/White Oak. As for his health, Harrison knew better. I’ve quit many times, but if I’m going to smoke, no hurried multi-tasking, I’m going to take time to enjoy it.
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A wisp of smoke from a river rock ring, cast iron stove, or an ashtray,
from oak or tobacco paired with coffee of any age
shoulders relax, only muscle in action embraces a cup
Morning or night sky stars matter not
Tranquility takes hold… peace…contentment
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Thank you, Richard, you got it.
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