You black-hearted leaf
Rolled, chopped, or stuffed
by my old-fashioned thumb
Hats off to you
This narrow world, I know
Hates your odor
Still more your billowing smoke
But some we know
The peace-pipe proud
The frost-bit circle
The steamy night after
A simpler pleasure
So here’s your due
From one some time fan
© 2013 John Pyle
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