{"id":145,"date":"2006-02-05T06:25:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-05T06:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=145"},"modified":"2015-11-02T16:31:29","modified_gmt":"2015-11-03T00:31:29","slug":"the-day-my-cigar-went-out-in-the-rain-v-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/02\/05\/the-day-my-cigar-went-out-in-the-rain-v-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Day My Cigar Went Out in the Rain (v.2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/MyCigarWentOut.jpg\" alt=\"The Day My Cigar Went Out in the Rain (v.2)\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 180%;\"><br \/>\nT<\/span>he puddle had been there so long there were polliwogs in it.<\/p>\n<p>She squatted above it, her muddy hiking boots perched on the cement culvert. She looked directly down into the puddle, where she was gently probing with a long, leafless twig.<\/p>\n<p>The ragged 60 year old full length mink she&#8217;d found in a thrift store was muddy on the hem. Her waist length, heavy black hair disappeared under it, but her bare arms poked out the sleeves, rolled back in bulky cuffs to just below her elbows.<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes were narrowed in concentration and for once he respected that, moving quietly down next to her.<\/p>\n<p>The cigar he&#8217;d been lighting on and off the whole afternoon, a nastily sweet index finger sized liquor store special, was clamped unlit and soggy in his mouth and he thought compulsively about lighting it. Instead he put it back in the pocket tobacco tin he often carried and followed her gaze into the puddle.<\/p>\n<p>Finally he saw why she was transfixed.<\/p>\n<p>Beneath a large clump of trash and leaves, in a dark and muddy crevice, was what appeared to be a crawfish. It stumbled around a bit and receded into the muddy darkness that was evidently its home.<\/p>\n<p>She pushed the twig tentatively toward the opening but didn&#8217;t push it into the hole. She often seemed to him to be cautiously balancing her aggressive scientific curiosity with a self-conscious respect for other entities&#8217; destinies (as he imagined she might say it).<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did I see a crawfish? In a winter puddle on a city street? That&#8217;s weird.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Crayfish,&#8221; she said almost silently.<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-145-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/The_Day_My_Cigar_Went_Out_in_the_Rain_v.2_1\/AYoS20060204_The_Day_My_Cigar_Went_Out_In_the_Rain.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/The_Day_My_Cigar_Went_Out_in_the_Rain_v.2_1\/AYoS20060204_The_Day_My_Cigar_Went_Out_In_the_Rain.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/The_Day_My_Cigar_Went_Out_in_the_Rain_v.2_1\/AYoS20060204_The_Day_My_Cigar_Went_Out_In_the_Rain.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/2005\/12\/day-my-cigar-went-out-in-rain.html\">previous AYoS version<\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The Day My Cigar Went Out in the Rain<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>You were wrapped up that day<br \/>\nin an old fur coat<br \/>\nwe were splashing in puddles<br \/>\nin the lane<\/p>\n<p>that was one day<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t never forget<br \/>\nthe day my<br \/>\ncigar went out<br \/>\nin the rain<\/p>\n<p>I was going to send<br \/>\nfor the letters I wrote<br \/>\nto see what life<br \/>\nwas like in the past<\/p>\n<p>The times that we laughed<br \/>\nand the times that we cried<br \/>\nfall away from the light<br \/>\nso fast<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The puddle had been there so long there were polliwogs in it. She squatted above it, her muddy hiking boots perched on the cement culvert. She looked directly down into the puddle, where she was gently probing with a long, leafless twig. 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