it’s quiet in the noisy market
as purple kholrabi scream
hot malaysian cashews
chatter with the old
tiny women over
locally grown 
sour cherries
volunteers groan
and shave ice blocks
out the highway moaning
with the muffled shade made
in the noise of the quiet market

#223. lost

April 5, 2010

lost
in the sunshine
the grey water
of the east river
sings its melody
passing people chatter
and i bounce along
a happy idiot ball
as if the wars
weren’t lost
in the sunshine

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