monday, eight-
monday, eight-
thirty, the market
arrives, freshly
bathed
in sunrise,
each stand at
rest, gleaming
like race horses,
intense, astir,
possibilities anchored
.
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This brought to mind the first time I saw the markets on Paris’ streets…great image.
cool!
I like how you say the market “arrives.”
Great work!
(smile) i guess i haven’t thought of markets who don’t “arrive.” thank you for stopping by.