. . . sunrays swept in broken lines
sparkled with silver threads
and sped on thru milky wine . . .
Merchant
take what you can first-off
or you’ll get none but the dregs,
its everyone for their self
& devil take the hindmost
passivity is for the weak & ignorant
myself, I’ll rush me to the marketplace
& steal some bargain there
Copyright 2005 njTare
