Dog walker
Old and firm, he looks nice
his cap of ‘The Andes'
three dogs of all kinds
dogs on leash and they walk.
I stop behind light,
give them way and observe,
pretend to look in the skies.
He turns right, blue-eyed
Lost are they in wrinkles
Yet they shine.
Raises hand; in the air is flag
'Thank you' with smiles.
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