Dozens of eyes
Focussed on the game
One pair finds the lens
With a Mona Lisa smile
The only face
I can’t quite read
Dozens of eyes
Focussed on the game
One pair finds the lens
With a Mona Lisa smile
The only face
I can’t quite read
Through the market streets
They carry precious cargo
Enigmatic tale
While a mystery
Perfectly perceived
Remains a mystery
The cormorant dives deep
But must wait for its feathers to dry
Before it can fly again
On her way
To Hanoi’s mobile market
A vibrant gesticulation
Of colour and sass
Gentle salesmanship
And meagre means