Into the market
huge cask boxes full of wares and eats
gloomy corridors and halls strewn with semi interested
hopeful potential customers
the great market
a body spreading out over s district
walled in by fancy giftshops
fond hearts orbit
friends approach the main road
thick with traffic horns and bickering
as the bus leaves some panic
it has it's own lane
the car won't start
wishful thinking becomes abrasive
Handbrake and gear stick goat
heat inside the car sickly sweet
the dip in the road
both the slide down
the climb up
illusions of satisfaction
The stationary traffic
calms nerves as you crack the window
and glance over at the overloaded road
neither you nor those cars are moving
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