Clenched words

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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