| Still Life for Richard Wilbur That roller blader might be past it – I’d put his age at sixty-five – and yet he scudded past so fast it made me glad to be alive. His hair was surf. His cheeks were leather. A happy smile still creased his lip. Enjoying almost perfect weather – one hand resting on his hip – he took the time to look around him, yet gave no sign of slowing down for anyone. I’m glad I found him visiting this part of town. Such elegance. Such sure control. Bless his spirit! Bless his soul! Duncan Gillies MacLaurin |
