the market in the morning

by judih

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-09-19 09:02:00

Parent message is 32399
prowl through rotten lettuce leaves
stinking rooted potatoes
look for a slice of penicillin bread
that’ll keep us through the morning

slip on torn beet greens, floating fish heads
gather up our dinner
look! a broken fry pan
that’ll cook us fancy
it’s party time

where’s the kid, now
hey daniel! where’s that rascal
Ya’aala, lets go
before the hawkers show

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