And then my younger brother said:
yes I did that too—the soft grains of tobacco
I remember well and can you now recall
the grease beneath the rim of his grey hat
and the slight stale smell of perspiration?
Yes I can sense it faintly now and something else:
the weaker odour of damp felt that underlay it all.
But I don’t recall like you, the way
his round bald head shook madly all about
as he ran blithely down the stairs
                                                  or maybe now I do.