Street Of The Fruit Stalls/
Wicks balance flame a dark dew
In the street of the fruit stalls
Melon guave, mandarin,
Pyramid piled like cannon balls,
Glow red-hot gold-hot from within.
Dark children with a coin to spend
Enter the lantern's orbit find
Melon, guava, mandarin__
The moon compacted to a rind
The sun in a pitted skin.
They take it break it open let
A gold or silver fountain wet
Mouth fingers, cheek, nose, chin;
Radiant as lanterns, they forget
The dark street I am standing in.
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