Nicotine in the Wind


She gazed through the haze
of smoke that
escaped from her lips,
And sipped her glass of wine,
one of the last companions
she could afford.
And I sat here in my car,
unable to tear my eyes
from her lined face,
her true story blown away
as nicotine in the wind,
while I created my own story
of her life distilled by crushed
grapes grown in an impoverished
country,picked by hands who
had no idea what kind of grief
they were suppressing...


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