At a picnic

At a picnic an old man is sitting in a lawn chair in shade provided by a building’s overhang. People in ones and twos are attracted to him: they come and go. I as well. His words, his thoughts pull me deep: I try to keep up. He is gone now, this elder.

:- Doug.

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