From the Old School
He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement to his 102 years is a cane used more as an adornment than an aid. At my invitation, we are sitting outside having lunch at a seaside restaurant, but he is in charge. He gives the waiter my order and his. He asks for wine and we toast to each other’s good health. We admire the view and watch the waves and the gulls as they swoop and dive. We reminisce about the past, his long past and my shorter one. Even before the check arrives, he has cash in his hand and insists on paying. A gentleman always pays the check, and this old man is still a gentleman who will not give in or give up.
floating with the tide
each wave brings him closer
to the shore
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World Haiku Review