Inspired by- Eavan Boland
Brewed tea. Things are getting ready.
a neighbour folds her dried out clothes.
Another vendor strolls across the streets.
Oranges and papayas , he screams.
Stars and moon,
things become raw at night.
Opaque tunes of the clouds distorting,
things pause as the sun sets in.
a women walks in the kitchen
to get things ready for dinner.
A bizzare hustle,
An old painting getting chipped.
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