Rain‑Slick Night-Market



Bananas blacken in their crates,
fish eyes glaze under buzzing lamps.
I walk barefoot through the gutters,
coins clinking like broken rosaries.

A woman sells me mangoes
with a laugh that splits the night—
her teeth the only stars
I can afford to count.



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Written on 2025-11-03 at 11:30

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sadd' The PoetBay support member heart!
this text is written with vivid imageries

it spreads also in all dimensions
opening doors on other dimensional worlds
2025-11-03


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Very enigmatic poem. I like poems that are about moments in life, and this one has descriptions that allow me to see the scene in my mind's eye, but I am left seeking for the 'background' in my imagination, and I fail to conjure something solid. Blessings, Allen
2025-11-03