Soul Food for Sale
In the midst of the market, the Monday mêlée
Fighting through throngs, all manner of tongues
Visiting English and German and Dutch
Merchants all clamouring, sample the wares
Sausages, cheeses, fruit from the farm
Bags full of lavender, rainbows of beads,
Fashion from India, cottons and silks
Spices exotic, strawberry plants
In the midst of the noise and the colour, the smells
August in Mirepoix
Kaleidoscope tumbling
Jostling and jumbling
Still
Shade under arches
Stones mellowed with years
Smooth polished for years
An ancient oasis
Of coolness and calm
Quiet, the poet is sitting and selling
Distilled on the pages, the beauty of verse
3rd August 2009, Hounoux
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