“We’re a caravan.” 

The man said to

me on my walk this morning

I tuned in from my morning walk reverie

to look and

sure enough they were

A caravan of old people with squat dogs

Waddling down the street together

The man in the lead, the women following behind

As is standard in caravans

The only thing missing was the camels

You never know what you will encounter

On an early morning power walk.