I ask again
as he tamps the black bowl
with a blunt finger and
lights the old briar with a match,
watch him draw, working
those fortress cheeks and jaw
then wait
while following his gaze
through evocative wafts
of sweet sharp smoke
down to the tardy
river below
even as his clenched words
elude me once more.
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