Peter is a sentient ninety two year-old,
And a confirmed atheist.
A long ago transplanted Dane
Who recalls King Christian, with a tear.
Peter believes that it is possible
To limit worries to matters you can affect.
From that vantage point,
He let his seven children explore with little oversight.
Peter bikes around the island,
In spite of his failing vision,
Taking advantage of familiar Coronado terrain,
His driving talents, according to the DMV, had lapsed.
We shared laments, our love of dogs, and San Francisco.
He goes to a doctor regularly,
Having decided that an annual physical
Requires he be inspected every five years.
His teeth may not be the originals,
But his trim body and smiley disposition
Lead me to suspect that he had falsely
Added ten years to his true age.
Despite an exchange of names, chances are
We will not share coffee and “Danish” again.
But for about forty minutes, we were old friends,
Swapping tales and improbable wisdoms.
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