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4 years ago

Angels in alleyways
Tending their stalls
Vending their wares
In the bustle and crowds 
Of morning market;
Colorful fruits
Multihued mysterious
Adorned with strange
Menacing spikes
Peeling coring pineapples
Revealing their golden hearts
Wielding with 
Thunderous forceful blows
Cleaving whole carcasses
Severing flesh from bone
Wrangling wriggly eels
In basins of water
Selling clothes, brooms.
Sundry notions
Washing arranging
Crisp mounds of vegetables
Everywhere
In small 
Sidewalk eateries
Grilling meat
Ladling
Heaping bowlfuls of soup
To the Phnom Penh market’s
Bustling throngs
Who weave arabesques
Through narrow pathways
Of packed stalls
Ducking motorcycles
Bikes burdened with bread
Hordes of
Haggling shoppers.
The potpourri of smells
Uncooked meat
Fresh baked bread
Crisp waffles
Uncollected garbage
Permeates the air
Like an 
Exotic perfume
The sweet cacopohony 
Of Khmer
As customers bargain
Friends chat and gossip
Motos pass
Creates a 
Veritable sonata of sounds
Everyone is busy 
In the early morning
Before the supercilious Cambodian sun
Bears down on us
Pao, the sandal seller,
Artfully arranges 
Her merchandise
Says hello 
As I pass by
But brutal mid-day
Soon arrives
Bringing lethargy and torpor
As the street is deserted
And the vendors doze
Under colorful awnings.
Oh angels in alleyways
Spare a smile for me!

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