smoke drifts...
smoke drifts over the tables
around the guitariston her bandstand
al fresco fingers pluck
and struma woman's hand in the crowd
raises her cigaretteyou can still light up
in Mexicoeven if it is outdoors
white cloud curling across
the floodlight darkalmost as delicate as those
tremulous notestouching a smile to big
tobacco lipsbut more healthy, no?
well, no . not .
-- from San Jose de Playas 31/8/01
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