Phew Go Away

Still longer does cigarette smoke
stroke her face
and cause her friends when she’s around
to flee her space

yet I do linger---she’s my sister and
once before she flipped her
finger at this disgrace

of stinky weed
cancer growth and
the ravages that attract unsavoury
diseases---like a suit of clothes that know
no bounds.

Together
we will win this race.

© Richard L. Provencher