She was at the rear
Flip flop flapping
Head bowed
To the iPhone god
It sat balanced upon the carriage handle.
Only assumption shows a baby
Engulfed amongst the folds
Of the Smart Car sized contraption
A Royal carriage
Meant for the shoulders of slaves.
Five feet in front he strode
With Terminator fixation
Scolding at his own phone
Thumbing through his world
As birds sang under the summer blue.
And powering the procession
The dog
Tongue lolling away the heat
The only one to see me pass
He smiles as only a dog can
saying…
“Hey man, isn’t today just the best!”
