A Poem: The stand

The stand

In the market,
by the mangos,
near pineapples,
is the bright stand.

There’re sunflowers,
in large clay pots,
on either side,
of the filled carts.

The carts are filled,

with small lemons,

eight different kinds,

ripe bananas,

five different kinds,

and sweet peppers,

six different kinds.

The scent of fruit,
is like the smell,
of the green leaves,

of citrus trees,

of tropic plants,

and garden plants.

The sun is low,
in the east sky,
and shines softly,
on the bright stand.

 

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