I smoke and discard my cigarettes
Into the sea’s restless melt
I walk my dog at six each morning
In all weathers loving and brutal
Winter summer spring and fall
And again at three thirty in the afternoon
I have smoked since I was fifteen
And it is beginning to affect my gentle health
I would imagine that in future years
That my ashes will deposited into the scruffy sea
As dog walkers and their disinterested dogs
Use the long path that leads to the lighthouse
FF (2004)