Lesson Learned

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I tried but failed three times
one Autumn afternoon
to spark up the new one-hitter
out on October’s front porch
ankle-deep in fallen foliage.

The nasty northern wind
that dropped those brittle leaves
spotted my sparkly new toy,
huffed a blustery double-take
and did what a good wind does:
blew out the friggin lighter.

It blew it out three times; blew
and blew and blew it out again
no matter how I turned or
cupped my hands around the flame,
trying in vain to shield the blaze.

For a minute there I thought
maybe the merciful Universe
was sending me a message.

Maybe I needed to change my ways…

Nah.
I stepped inside and fired up.

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NaPoWriMo 2021 #3
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6 thoughts on “Lesson Learned

  1. Great minds think alike — my poem today was on a porch, too. (There’s something about a PORCH, isn’t there?) Anyway, my favorite bit was “huffed a blustery double-take
    and did what a good wind does:
    blew out the friggin lighter.”

  2. We both wrote windy poems today, Ron! It’s a long time since I last smoked, over twenty seven years, but I remember that struggle well. 🙂

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