Frederick Kesner - Market Day

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squashed cabbage leaves,
crushed petals, broken stems
strewn along grey slush


wind whisks cobbled street,
gravel crunches under
hooves and booted feet


rain-drooped marquees
whisper freshest gossip;
clock tower tolls on the hour


`

Frederick Kesner

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