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Vegetable Market Pantomime

When you raise your head up
in the vegetables and fruit market
so many people your eyes have to attend to
mud filled aisles become hermetic,
people bargaining margin of 10 rupees
become a pantomime, a story
written by feet pens on mud canvas,
extra vegetable leaves cut aside,
the open backs of mini trucks in tandem
to vegetable serving tables,
is a sight to smile at but also
a word softly stirred by the air
in the winds and sneezes of the sunset.
I pop my eyes out at vegetables
I don’t know the names of
and smile at myself,
infantilizing my lack of savvy.
In one crimped lane,
sweat smells ooze out
in the other, perfumes too many


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