Tobacco

Tobacco

As I drove in the dark Past the tobacco fields, Sopping wet From the torrential rains, I became aware Of this singular moment in time. I read somewhere That some doctor Did some study That said the present, The actual, current, As-it’s-happening present, Is anywhere from three to twelve seconds. So three to twelve seconds Is all we have To recognize what’s happening, As-it’s-happening, Before the present Becomes the past And is lost forever, Faded into memory- Even the short term kind. And there I was My cigarette in my left hand, Holding the steering wheel, My right hand on the gear shift, The radio playing an old country song, My hair blowing around, And getting pelted By tiny raindrops From the window I’d cracked To let the smoke escape. I was keeping my eyes...

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