Lisa Toich

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There’s in my mind a man

of modest authenticity but

coarse featured and smelling of

two-stroke or Stetson. He wears

workcoveralls or carharts, his hair

dark brown and wispy, and he

is outgoing and very sensible without

seriousness-

          but he shows

no emotion.

          And there’s an

untamed alcohol driven friend

or enemy, or both

dressed in flannels, and jeans, boots

who drives a Bronco

and knows country songs

and he is protective.