In Which My BrotherMan Visits A Humidor Hoedown

He travels west to see his girlie, and

Along his route there is a strange truck stop

In Rock Springs, not what I would call the land

Of civilized pursuits, but one can shop

Therein for something that I love most true.

This photo shows its glory, for within

There lies a walk-in humidor! I knew

He'd have to check it out, for he has been

A-telling me about it for, oh, weeks!

He's not quite a cigar man, though, just yet,

So as I bought my fennel and my leeks

(It's for a pie), I knew that I would get

A cell phone call, requesting a consult.

Connecticut, I said, as a result.

In Which A Victory Cigar Is About To Get Clipped

I still can't tell you what I've toiled to make

These last ten months, but I've hit a milestone

Just now. And though it's far from done I'll take

A moment soon, reactivate my phone,

And clip the end off something that I've saved

For just this special moment. This Avo

I bought last fall smells lovely! Long I've craved

To light it, taste it, draw it in, then blow

Its smoke back out, to crow and celebrate

Completion of what I once thought would ne'er

Be done. As I said, just one stage won't rate

A party or a prize, but still is there

Occasion to reflect and feel some pride?

Most certainly. And this I shall not hide.