Only practice, the dark man in a straw hat
claims when Consuelo comes in -- but the air's
quick with friction and calloused hands
on hemp. Brisk trade of men's voices:
Lucky break.
Know how to make these loops meet?
A limber wrist, I think, might save
a small girl from a snowbank. Of the six, only one dressed
like he just left
the mountain. Consuelo touches his curled beard. It's him
who's woven her name into a steady blue length. | 
