SMOKE FROM A DISTANT FIRE

my grandfather’s cigar,
aromatic and sweet.
held between his teeth,
an added appendage,
a trademark of sort.
by all reports, the cause
of the blaze in his back room.
no doom befalling, quickly
calling the fire department,
a quick dousing as delousing.
smoky haze through heater vents
was tell-tale. Without fail,
he quit smoking in the house.

~Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides by Robert Lee Brewer – prompt 306: Childhood

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