this is all gravy

this is all

gravy

the man beside me

on the park

bench

said.

this blue sky,

this book in my hands

awaiting my eyes,

this cold air,

this coat i have on.

these pretty

girls walking

by,

this is all gravy.

the hard work

is done.

he patted me on the arm,

and said

remember that,

remember that,

before

he picked up his cane

and walked off.