A man walks his dog
He is too far to see his face
He wears a faded button down shirt
Khaki pants
The dog looks to be a West Highland Terrier
But that's the only kind of dog I know
The man fumbles along the path
Stopping slightly to let the dog smell
The smell was of a summers day
A day of pollen
I near him as I walk down the same sidewalk
Briskly measuring my steps
I finally pass him
And he smiles as I pass
This older fellow of aged years
Looking content with what his hands have built
I near the turn and look back briefly
He remains where I had left him with his four legged friend
He waves
I wave back
And I round the corner and disappear