Say hello to the boy with broken glasses

Say hello to the one who holds the conch

He is coming into the spotlight

Getting off of his couch

 

Is there anyone with him?

No, he stands alone

Does it look like it bothers him?

No, he stands on his own two feet

 

He is coming near.

“Hello” he says

He tells us he is happy to see us here.

We tell him the same.

 

I fixed his collar. It was messy.

I combed his hair. It was puffy.

I gave him a hug. He seemed happy

I danced with him

It was nice, he said

 

The boy with broken glasses is dancing on the floor

He’s embarrassing himself

But so are we.

 

I didn’t know who he was

So I stood a distance from him.

He respected this.

And maintained that distance.