If you find a corner
at eye level with the produce
you’ll find more faces
you’ll find more movement
you’ll find yourself
with everything and nothing to do.
“I just got my hair cut,” a little girl said
tugging a lock.
Another girl shuffles by in sparkling gold slippers.
A cane stumped past.
The beer seller sat down.
Electric piano bounced under a blue tarp,
Ardys singing ‘Blue Sky.’
A boy in black buzzed head
and a shirt beyond the color of orange
dropped his True Value paper bag on the cement.
It sounded like nuts and bolts.
Two little girls walking eye to eye
looked seriously at each other.
A pair of Cordley chess players shook hands.
A woman in brown smiled again.
A boy in plaid pants ran off with the price tag,
while his mother took the watermelon.
The orange tootsie pop was in and out of his mouth.
The girl with the golden shoes
had little red ladybugs on the knees of her pants.
A woman in mauve cradled eggs and green peppers
in the crook of one arm
A man in an earth colored white T-shirt
and skinny tanned legs
strolled up to the beer seller.
Oh, it’s like this: a little person picking rocks
out of the cracks.
Oh, it was pink little shoes that she wore.
Oh, it’s all a mystery to me
except for the little that I see.
I took home some sweet corn
and green beans,
and a dozen peanut butter cookies
from the woman in brown.
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