Marlboro Reds Poem by Josilinia Plyman

cause now you're my morning glories.
my old wheels whirring.
and the young taste of
domestic beer burning.

you're a front porch swing
broken wind chimes ring
an old hyme book
and hearing family sing

you're a leading hand
the definition of a man
and the twirl
of a misplaced swing dance


your the smell of Marlboro Reds.
laughter and kissing in bed.
making plans too big
and leaving doubts unsaid.

your the fear in my gut
racing Cameros on luck
and old highways
after a couple of Buds.

Your'e the rush of love.