Commercial transactions
in the office. I view the traffic
from home a few meters away.
Disallowed to enter the premises
I manage to enter once in a way.
MR, Luff, the plantation agent,
is busy drawing out the schedules,
I watch him through the glassed
windows,
A white rod like one between his lips
exhibits a red cinder at the butt
white fumes come as he puffs.
the fumes travel in waves,
Amused I run back home,
spread white talcum powder,
on a thick paper, roll it tight
relax in a sofa on the aisle,
put my legs over the other
as MR Luff, place the roll
between my lips. puff hard
pushing the powder
“success”, I shout as the white fumes
emanate. dad stops by,
pulls the roll, throws it in the bin,
Warns me not to do this again,
Why? What did I do? I sob.
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