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.