sun, autumn, sweat, and heat.
Today’s a “market Sunday”:
we’re getting food to eat!
All in this crowd are funny:
some carry fruits, some – shoes.
I’m helping dear Mommy:
I’ve got an apple to chew.
Potatoes, “Beer-n-crayfish”,
dill, dairy products, coats…
Dogs – dirty, loud, mongrelish –
are watching butchers close.
Like foxes, twist pickpockets
in clusters among “hens”*
and rush with stolen wallets
towards holes in the fence.
In muddy clothing, cripples
spit, curse, and beg, and tease
under the slogan: “People!
We’re building communism!”
30.03, 2010
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* Housewives (sleng.)