Gentle Giant

”Sure, knock yourself out!”
said he

simple pleasures
a bun, coffee, a smoke
in septembers sun

the light sharp
sun not hot anymore
autumn cooling

and no he didn’t use internet
”Not my thing, that stuff!”

I enjoy these short encounters
sometimes without even
an exchange of names

just the smile and maybe a
”Nice weather we’re having”
stuff like that

”Thank you!”
said I
he nodded good bye

a gentle giant, yes
a gentle giant

I thought.

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