Being a being




Monday 9/12

It’s a lovely afternoon and the word “dappled” applies to the light I see. I am wearing my summer uniform - t shirt, cargo shorts, baseball hat. The block is closed to traffic and I walk in the middle of the street. Suddenly, a bicyclist behind me shouts “step aside, grandpa.”  How did he know I was old?  And why did he assume I had children who have children?  Stupidly, the incident and his words linger.  We are such foolish, delicate flowers. 

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