Street Markets

The things that I loved the most… Was being treated as precious cargo Knowing it was dangerous and bold Secured with a hand or two to hold Everywhere I’ve been blessed to go Purchasing an array of items sold Traveling ears hear each story told Jeers and chants, a spectacle on show Alerting others whoContinue reading “Street Markets”

Conscientious men

I detest, yet I must confess There’s still a few good men around Ready, willing and able To help out A damsel in distress An old hag in duress One in the same Violently engaged In a parking lot – folly Cursing (under breath) Tugging (hem of dress) Kicking (tires bent) Not one, but twoContinue reading “Conscientious men”