::as is customary::

the autumn air is cool
and tickles the edges of my shoulders
early this morning.

my mind thinks fast and my
hands work quick
on the sunday crossword.

the coffee is always better when he
makes it. today it is especially hot
and full-bodied.

an old film suggests this is a customary
time for a cigarette, but i breathe deep
the gifts of thousands of pine trees.