It's Still Life

BACK THEN WHEN

The last cigarette I ever smoked
was outside a used car showroom.
It was the hottest day of that

particular summer,

and thinking back, it should’ve been
a reflective moment, reflecting
back on that dizzying first breath.

A sorry time, my late teen years,

smoking below the 12th Street bridge
with two friends. And nowadays if I see
teens smoking, I’m persuaded to say,

You’ll be sorry one day
when you want to quit.

But I don’t because when I was a teen,
I wouldn’t have listened, back when
I knew more than fits in an adult brain.

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Written for Shay’s Word Garden. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney