The Street Seller

She squats on the pavement,
her back against
the bank’s glass front,
a few bowls of vegetables
around her
on the footpath.

Crowds throng past her
and the other
stoic street sellers
scattered along the footpath
in front of modern
plate glassed windows.

The street seller
stares at the feet passing her by,
rousing herself when
a walker stops
beside her wares.

Now she is motionless again,
her eyes black agates
in dark pockets
in a weatherbeaten face
framed by limp hair.


The Street Seller

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