A Cigarette br br br Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you br expect on lake Martin early and summer? br Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss. br I have stopped rowing, water swirling around br Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not br Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders br An evil thought has entered Paradise, I hear br The faint noise of outboard motors, br The moment of ethereal stillness has gone, br I lit a cigarette inhale deeply, exhale and blow br Rings a pure delight into morning air.