With arms bent at the elbows
And hands held in a prayerful position,
He appeared lost in a lack of choices.
What to do, what to do?
He spoke of his right to smoke
On the hotel’s balcony.
He was sympathetic to my request.
(I had my buddy, dying of cancer,
And the smoke bothered him.)
The smoker noted no open tables,
And offered “what can I do ?”
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