FOOTPRINTS ON THE MOON

Blue shorts, stained white shirt,
street market playground of dust and dirt.
Without the moral imperative of must
and the enforced need to understand,
he dances in a circle,
holding a yellowed bodhi leaf in each hand.
With all the self-assurance of thirty inches high,
he has no need to wonder how or when or why.

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