not being run over
he continued -- not seeing it as continuing --
blissful and complete --
crossing the parking lot
in confident certainty
nothing could touch him
that he was in full control
that everything he could see
and even that he could not
would bow to him
and in this instance
he was right
had i a hat on
i would have tipped it
certain his eye twinkled
catching sunlight
or deference
the right of the nearly elderly
far from the confused wide-eyed blur of infancy
now sure of how the world works
free to ignore by preference
focus on what matters
tuscan bread
unripe bananas
white tulips
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