Two Old Men

Stand bent over the hood of an old Ford,
both pressing down on the frame as though
lifting their hands would give it away. One man
is smoking a cigarette and there is just enough breeze
that the smoke almost appears to be taken.
The other looks deep into the pick-up's chest,
nodding with thought to the bouncing cigarette.
The Ford is for sale and so important details
must be disclosed in order for a transaction to occur.
The smoker points at what must be the sleeping motor
and asks a question.  It embeds itself into his lip-bitten filter,
tumbles back through the fibers until finally it is exhaled,
drifting off to wherever it is that important questions go.