We were led like unsuspecting sheep
into the luminous amphitheater of colour
The sky swelling blue above us opened
our ears to the music of the trades.
Bursting with a citrus scent
The lustrous floor heaved with
competition. Tan barons raging
war over ten foot tall yellow
counters built from sea-wood
planks drifted in by labor spent
on some island in the Caribbean
reigned supreme & bulged in
dominant throbs over this year's
crop of paddled Opuntia & newly
reddening Lychees. The sellers'
hands fought on endlessly
with recalcitrant force against
the seasons selling sour carved
coconuts flesh stuffed in dripping
freezers next to pineapple
dressed in lime & paprika.
"Eureka," shrieks the crowd out-
loud beneath the floating boats of the
flea market's shroud. Bury your eyes
next to the push carts & stuff poverty
ripe fresh with sweet lies instead.