As the Wind Blows MAG

August 23, 2009
By sugrstix GOLD, Zionsville, Indiana
sugrstix GOLD, Zionsville, Indiana
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We gently rocked back and forth
Bodies pressed together
I watched the weeping willow's reflection
In the window, just above his head
I held my breath in anticipation
Of a gust of wind
To blow the scent of tobacco into my face
And the moment is lost
But like the smell of the smoke,
It lingers



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