Attitude

Strolling one mid-morning
along the stony side-walk
following the shore
to where the lake meets the sea,
met a man in deep thought
head down,
deliberate steps
oblivious to the lake, shore and
the coplacently bobbing fishing-nets that
disappointed the fishermen each time
it came back from the briny waters.

As his attention was caught
with a request for a portrait,
he paused and posed
with a smile.

Sensing the guilt
of breaking his thoughts,
he assured, anytime.
Will meet again.
Sure, he said
and walked away.
Head down,
deliberate steps.

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