Hibiscus juice
and Tamarind paste
slices of ginger
saffron colored lace
and the trails of dirt
specked with beer glass
and aluminum
Sunk into the ground
by bare feet
and sandals.
Amidst the chime of the vendors,
the unintelligible haggles,
the hands patting dough
for the dormant stoves
men in visors and sunglasses
women in khaki Bermudas.
Tourist pastels
mingle with coppers and golds,
with the fragrance
the flavor
the rhythm
the heat.
A motley market
in the late afternoon.
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