834 - Perceptions

Perceptions

He was old.  

Weathered.

With grey, curly hair.

And white stubble

That contrasted sharply

With his dark skin.

Sporting a blue polo shirt,

Shorts and sandals,

He was crossing the plaza.

Hard to guess his age,

It often is,

But he looked fit and healthy.

Our paths were about to cross:

“Good morning” I offered.

“Gidday, old fella!” he responded.

Oh.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015

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