in tabi and robes
standing with bowl
no more true
nor less
than all of the lights
all of the signs
the suits
the boots
the legs and the poodles
that flow past him
he avoids my eye
his humble hat a shield
what is he thinking?
what is he trying not to think?
he begs as a practice
I opt not to participate
I’m not sure what kind of ripples
a coin from this gaijin
might set forth
in that guarded pond
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