Weekday mornings we drive to the train
Cold winters or what passes for them
in Mountain View and Summer my
Sweet answers the daily bell.
Buddy is our unknown friend, we
Pass him walking every time, even
in the rain, a smiley, craggy face
Wavy gray hair, blue windbreaker, arms swinging.
I call out “Hi Buddy” as we see him and
Sweet smiles or at least laughs since
in more than 18 months we have
Never actually met our good friend.
Seeing him walk across the Dana Street
Overpass or on Evelyn depending
on the time is reassuring, a constant and
Friendly reminder that age is not infirmity.
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