Bursting baskets and bustling customers
do an early morning ritual of fliratatious dances
just a peek now and then with a toss of the head
to assure the place and quantity of the other
both holding the delicious jewels of many a garden
as varied and brilliant as the painter's palette
The black-capped young man was there, too
before him an easel open and standing tall
peering across the street at the favored cafe
a neighborhood flag to calm and to retreat
depending upon the color and jingle-count
of the money in such roaming restless pockets
But yet for some, the fashions choose the venue
a snobbish social stamp needed in a book of images
though faded, they are glorious to their own mirrors
and in this part of the city, oh-so haute couture
lest we forget the ladies who lunch over pink roses
and bargain in secret upon the frailty of the lilies
Fine poppy petals are the parchment paper of love
on which all mad florists sell their idyllic schemes
of ivy-covered cottages growing in the countryside
amid the ruminating hum of gathering bees
market dreamers know they track the dust of the city home
upon the soles of their tattered garden shoes
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