A Good Hour

Summer took the morning off
Allowing for a long walk
With my dog in cool breezes.
We headed into town
Passing the closed art galleries
And sleepy eyed patrons
Of the breakfast cafes.
The Saturday regular garage sale ritual
Was in full swing
With an old man dragging wistfully
On a sweet smelling cigar
As he hocked the same leather chairs
He put out every week.
Today, he was accompanied
By two other old guys, who
Sported farm equipment baseball caps
And collared work shirts
Tucked tightly into khaki dungarees.
The time they spent together was
Probably more valuable
Than anything they had for sale.
We kept a smooth pace,
Something in between exercise and strolling,
Until finally it was time to go home.

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