a scared dog barks
at shadows
while this old man
walks this street
down the hill
then up
the street mostly deserted
except for feral cats
and sleeping dogs
and the water truck
out hosing down
the street and sidewalk
an occasional hooded spectre
sipping beer
or coffee in a paper cup
occupying one of many benches
that line the street
for old people
like me
to catch their breath on
before trudging along
among these denizens
of Moda
in the early morning
on any given day
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Leonard Durso 
Yes, how welcome are the benches!
I picked this particular route because of all those benches.
he swallows the shadows whole..
Or it swallows him.
No, I feel at this stage in his life nothing could possibly swallow his whole. Too many memories. 🙂
He certainly has those.