He has a sure and steady stride
like one I used to Love
More like a lope really
a slow giddy-up kind of walk
unburdened by sickness
or frailty
a Knowing is his gait
and a place of purpose to go to
Its all purpose;
the dark blue jeans
the camouflage jacket
the mirrored sun glasses
He is moving through this parking lotlike he owns it
My gaze lingers too long
He turns around to see me
I dont return his look
instead I stare at the blue blue sky
