the low side of the road
a tall thin man walked with a cane
the wind blew cold
he wore a long black coat
he pulled the coat collar up over his mouth
his blue eyes stared forward
his limp favored his right leg
the cars sped by in the waning light of day
just before dark
a medium sized white dog walked behind him
the man's salt and pepper hair like mane,
thick and long,
disheveled and disturbed by the breeze
i watched him from my car,
sitting at the eternal red light..
green..
i pulled up beside him,
"Sir, you need a ride?"
his dog growled low..
"no thanks friend, don't have far to go."
wkm
Oxford
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