Shoulders hunched
against a cold wind
glow of cigarette
in cupped hand
tail lights wink
in the distance
as hard shudder
not chill induced
passes right
through bone
when lights crest
hill and disappear
butt ground out
til fire's gone
a last exhale of
curling smoke
and it's done
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