Friday, November 19, 2010

He Holds

on the bus--
poster tubes thrust into his hands by a girl without a seat,
a stranger's baby wearing huge adult-sized sunglasses
(also thrust upon him)

in the clinic--
a small monk's head
a tiny ear clogged with a pea
a needle threaded with blue thread

a red and white ball-
playing catch-
all the medicines behind glass-
with a little boy--a little monk

a packet of mendrup,
a bell, a damaru

before breakfast he's
stitched,
wiped tears

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