She strides through crowds
Swarming alleys that form a tented bazaar
Thick with smells,
Guava, cardamom, bubbling oil, champa,
Her eyebrows knit together
Eyes scanning for where she must
Twist at the waist, lead with her shoulders
Slip through the warp as a ribbon
Weaving nonchalantly toward
Our final destination:
Stalls lined in silks and chiffons.
When I ask how she learned
The shoulder-nudge, side-step,
Throughfare dance for crowded streets
She pauses, breathes, and says,
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