a man in olympia

A man in a park somewhere in Olympia, narrow and tall and holding his small black dog on a leash in the shade. His skin is thin and crinkled like paper and when we get close I see a cigarette folded delicately between two of his fingers, almost down to the filter. He doesn't look as we walk past, but turns his head slightly, and I wonder if his face is curved in like a crescent moon.