-a wizened, weather-beaten old man
goaded me while i thought-
.his secret was stamina (he’s not in the shot).
(an unassailable lead ushered in, uncannily)
.it’s true, my thoughts were dancing in a desultory fashion
i was having a moment of unbridled ambition
and some words flew to my throat in distress
(and those words produced a cry)
a caterwauling, like a pair of bobcats.
.i guess he had a proclivity for this kind of situation
pallor faces and feelings of castration.