Light a Cigar

There are times
I wish I could just sit
In the dirt
Light a cigar
And say
“Damn!”

There are moments
I grow weary
Needing to lay my burden
Down
Shrug it off
The way a pitcher shrugs
The call for a curve.

There are entire seasons
I cannot remember why
I still care
Wanting to turn my back
To the world
The way a matador
Turns his back
On the bull.

But mostly
I want to sit
In the dirt
Light a cigar
And say
“Damn!”