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)