â€¦who flew airplanes. All kinds, makes and models did he fly.
We met in front of Comeau’s
beside the potted eggplant you see.
He talked to me of gardening and of being an agriculturalist.
He talked to me of flying to Alaska and then home to his wife.
He had on a baseball cap of navy and a shirt of similar shade
with slacks coloured grey.
He smiled as we talked.
His teeth were old and his nose small,
a weathered face of many memories were traced into place.
I bid him adieu
turning, I met Eric smiling.
We walked inside before the grocery store closed, to buy a tomato and milk.