I coughed up a pack of

Marlboros & I don’t

even smoke


It was another

miracle at

Crossroads Mission


I awoke in the

early morning darkness with

snickering sinuses


Put on my hiking boots without

socks & in my long-johns

headed for the latrine


Over the trash can

I blew my nose then

started coughing


Plop ~ there they were

a pack of Marlboro cigarettes

on top of the trash


One tramp tra-la-la


right there at the mission


I blamed it on the

dormitory with no air but

40 slumbering men breathing anyway…


(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)



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