At Age Fourteen

I’m sitting on a green hillside
in a farmer’s field
looking down over the village.
White clouds over my head
and over the valley before me.
I’m puffing smoke
from the Benson & Hedges I stole
out of my dad’s desk drawer.
+ life is good.

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