Uncle

[grin_andbearit]

A man,
who looks like a lost brother on my father's side of McElroy boys,
inhales.
The smoke is blown out;
some collects,
but most is persuaded out of the window
of his junk of a Jeep
by the November wind.
He licks his chops like a bulldog
to taste the tobacco inside of his mouth.
He mutters to himself as I wonder if it is
because he is a weathered old man with a ponytail
that he seems less sane than a young female
when I talk to myself in the open privacy of my vehicle.