traffic policeman
screams, screeches, halts
ragamuffin pestering me to buy flowers
mother tugs at my arm
come on! let's go!
the street lights are on
the guffaw of chai-drinking men
sounding bawdy jokes
the strange sense of deja vu prevails...
have I been here before?
same place, same people
I turn in your direction
looking up to where you stand
devouring me with your eyes...
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