Paw stopped smoking cigars after
he returned from death valley boot camp.
He couldn’t stand the sordid,
soggy smell of dried tobacco wrapped in paper
With a golden ring ‘round it,
matching the one he made for my Maw from a
Liberty Eagle coin in shop class
in February in 1960-something. She was fourteen
And he was having his head shaved
bald and it would never grow back.
Did he smoke one after my uncle
and father were born?
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