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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