by Christopher Robin Adams
“No smoking in the library”,
so I changed course:
no protective tube,
and no cigar.
I went mental and picked up a book.
The Cigar Roller
took me to a distant past,
one denied me and my thin wallet:
land of historic soil
and home of Cuban leaf.
I wandered the hills with Pablo Medina,
met his playmates and, later,
was introduced to his early conquests.
We lit our first cigars
and then rolled our first sticks,
thereby beginning a lifelong love of cigars.
We worked our whole life in the shade of tobacco leaf;
it filtered every movement and every thought.
instead of relighting my stick,
I sip my black coffee;
instead of flicking ash into ceramic,
I flip pages.
In time and for awhile,
I forget smoking and enjoy cigars.Continue reading