Melanie Browne- A Poem

Tales From the Suburban Woods

I am smoking a Virginia Slim

just like my mother did

when we were growing up-

once a month,

outside in the yard,

and just like her,

I don't inhale,

my hubby smokes

half a cigar,

I feel sophisticated,

and we are listening

to Vivaldi, and a little Mozart,

and after that we listen to 

the Stones,

we try to pretend

the grim reaper

is not speeding

on his motorcycle

just outside

our door,

revving the engine

to taunt us,

he has tweaked

the engine

to make it louder,

I tell hubby to 

turn the music up,

and try to blow smoke

rings like the amateur 

I am