When the cock crows, they set up their stall.
Spirals of skins cut off and fall.
She arranges them in a wounded aluminium basin,
And as she lifts it up, she grabs hold if the fruit of her labour.
Now they set off in a quest to make change,
And at noon they encounter the smells that entise them.
Stomach rumbling,
Mouth watering.
Food for a mother and child.
Once their pockets and stomachs are full, they travel home with the dirt of the world on their feet.
Spirals of skins cut off and fall.
She arranges them in a wounded aluminium basin,
And as she lifts it up, she grabs hold if the fruit of her labour.
Now they set off in a quest to make change,
And at noon they encounter the smells that entise them.
Stomach rumbling,
Mouth watering.
Food for a mother and child.
Once their pockets and stomachs are full, they travel home with the dirt of the world on their feet.
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