day at the market

crayola faces


lighting the wind-spanked

market with animated motion, smells

bursting from their double-parked bodies   noise rising


from the pavement like prayers to assorted

gods on a universal day of worship    all hail

fruits and vegetables!  we venerate



arguments spill forth like water over the sandbags

holding back the flow of humanity, twisting and

writhing to a rhythm that can only be heard


by dogs

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