WATCHING THE SUNDAY MORNING WALKERS

From my patio vantage, the upper half of the elderly man is visible over the front fence. Sports cap and sunglass clad against the early sun he moves slowly, inclines his head, halts. He seems to remain in suspended animation, neither going nor coming. A stillness radiates from him and I wonder if he is having a silent seizure. After a minute he moves on up the footpath, head held high. Through the slats in the fence I see one hand leashed to a tail waving dog. From the other hand a black plastic bag flaps emptily in the breeze.

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