smoking on her front porch
in the early morning,
the old woman inhales sharply --
frowning prisoner of her own addiction
[*Process Note: My son and I see this woman every morning at about 7:30 a.m. as I drive him to school. He noticed her first, early on last year. Now I look for her, and worry a little when she isn't there. Today, I paid special attention and decided she should be the subject of one of these stones. A person. A moment.]
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