He walked high
and loose
noteworthy jingles in his gait;
the last was
a pocket of change
from the corner shop
and the first
the cataracts
we politely ignored.

To watch him
felt light to breathe;
something about one human
in a crowd of many
who could
walk like that.

In spite of the cataract.

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