Patrick Loafman The 2River View, 8.4 (Summer 2004)

Amid a coughing intersection
of goats and diesel, where barefooted
women balance baskets on heads,
weaving their way through squatting vendors,

a diminutive man plucks an instrument,
his thumbs move like water, the tune rolls
gentle waves, and there is a sudden gathering
of finches that have grown silent,

and the girl in the sky,
pretending she is nothing
more than clouds,
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