Crambe repetita (40)
At the speed of the spreading sunset
croquettes in the back of the butcher shop
fry a golden brownChinese cabbages with red sashes
side by side at the shopfront
preening and titteringAs if covered all over with
little-girl fingernails
sea bream shine at the fish shopIn the middle of the night
canned green peas
whisper ‘open up, open up’Amid the pale blue of small bills
cabbages are laughing—
here in Twilight Alley