VENDING
there is a flea market in this
city. The vendors are young.
They walk on ropes. They jump
higher on roofs.
there is a flea market in this
city. The vendors are young.
They walk on ropes. They jump
higher on roofs.
They sell poems. Lots of poems.
Magical ones. With rainbows in
between the well counted lines.
Each word is weighed. Each
syllable is like a diamond.
When you go there, they will
look at you from head to foot.
Assess if you can afford to buy
a poem.
They know if you are poor
enough. The moment you arrive
they pack their wares, fold their
stanzas, and then leave.
They are fleas.
Magical ones. With rainbows in
between the well counted lines.
Each word is weighed. Each
syllable is like a diamond.
When you go there, they will
look at you from head to foot.
Assess if you can afford to buy
a poem.
They know if you are poor
enough. The moment you arrive
they pack their wares, fold their
stanzas, and then leave.
They are fleas.
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