She comes up every morning now
And waves at me with open hair.
She sees me see her tie her bun
And turns and bends and lays the mat.
I’m right behind the sun and her.
I see her Suryanamaskar,
Her milky skin in yoga tights –
Too “modern” for our neighborhood,
But just the way I like to see.
She smiles and waves before she goes.
I ask myself the pros and cons.

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