Shiny polished shoes
Not a speck of dust
White hair brushed up stiff
With a balded top full of wisdom
Watches are his specialty
He sells some
Fixes some
And then sells some more
Been at that corner shop for 4 decades
Good long time, huh?
Never tires of those time machines
Opens shop with such consistency
His wife, a tiny quiet lady
Wrapped in sari and a warm cardigan
Sits at the shop's desk
Obediently passing him the tools of trade
The techie wears the one-eye spectacle
Looks into its 'dead hands'
Or the torn and broken straps
Winds the battery, replaces the strap
Sets it back to a wearable tik-tok
It's a fascinating sign for a keen observer
The order that the pair seem to work with
Among the burning incense sticks whiffing rich scents
Their silence is a great source of communion
(kenakimathi)
