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