Ode to the Yogurt Man

You sit on the street corner down in town, just past the giant golden elephant. You sit beside a box. This box, inconspiciously wooden, contains all that is delicious. Within the box there are delicate porcelain bowls
full of the best yogurt anyone has ever tasted or ever will taste. When I purchase this yogurt you spoon it--measuring in delicate-porcelain-bowl-units--into a plastic bag. I carry this plastic bag full of yogurt you have given me up the road to my host-home, where sugar is provided in ample portions.

I love this yogurt. I love you.