I watch a man
in navy blue scrubs
cigarette clenched in one hand
(shouldn't he know better?)
cell phone in the other.
He paces
back and forth
back and forth
coughs once
and sits down.
He stands abruptly
hurriedly sucks at the lit roll
of paper and leaves
hangs up the phone
and stands motionless 
leaning against the rail
staring at the ground
cigarette dying in his fingers.


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