Rolling Your Own

i saw him sitting there
leaning against a tree
spreading out tiny
squares of paper
with precision intensity

he opened a tiny bag a
tobacco smell WafTinG out
beginning gently laying
a straight line on
the paper thereabout

beyond him they stood in
a photo sepia toned
i watched him begin to rOLL
years marching by
he slowly rOLLed his own

a factory owner with
his worker’s stand
‘neath tinted photo sun
touting cigars a
few handle bar moustaches
some with Bowler hats on

walnut trees *dot* the
cobblestone streets in
Germantown, PA
“CIGAR MANUFACTURING”
advertisements
cigars on display

smells of leafy tobacco
PerMeaTe the air
penetrating the
 worker’s clothes to
filter through their hair

greenish brown tobacco
leaves are neatly
placed just so then
 layed upon still
moistened leaves
to be carefully rOLLed

my German uncle
Scottish grandfather own
the factories there
where workers sit
amidst tobacco leaves
staining hands and shirts

he finishes rolling at last
licking paper to press
closed the cigarette
with his thumb
 he tamps the tobacco down
tamping it down fast

behind him the workers stand
watching him now
complete the task
smiles overcoming frowns
they are pleased i can see
he knows how to rOLL his own

© September 2012
Renee Espriu

I don’t have a lot of family history here in the States that I find interesting but having relatives who owned cigar factories in the early 1900’s is a bit unique. I remember seeing someone roll their own cigarette and remembered some old photos showing both my uncle’s and grandfather’s factories and began to think…maybe too much…but wanted to share. Both of these family members’ families did migrate here at some point to the US from Germany and Scotland. Lots of immigrants started their own businesses and they were no exception.

The Hibiscus

Like the hibiscus
waiting
anticipating
Spring and
dead dry leaves
replaced with
new tender shoots to
become shade trees
in a new Summer
she waits
for a new year
in hopes that ill
health will be
replenished
in those she loves
that their spirits
will flourish
no longer held captive
but set free
to ride the currents
of mountain breezes
the eagle calls
it’s home
she waits
like the hibiscus

© December 2011 Renee Espriu

Confetti Butterflies

Fierce strong winds
unrelenting
as trees are rendered
powerless
leaves harnessed
as branches are picked
clean
thrown free a brilliant
confetti
displaying colors of
reds, yellows, golds
butterflies
strewn about along
streets and gutters as
carpets
clogging city drains
quieting footsteps
the warmth of nature
embroidered

© November 2011 Renee Espriu