Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Market Place

Standing in the center of the market place
The unmoving me saw the moving.

A fruit seller tried to sell a woman a fruit;
Two ladies were busy telling the other what happened today;
A dog dragged its master across the grass;
A couple was dinning;
A ball was rolling away from the boy;
Ants were coming towards me.

What if they were actually the unmoving and I the moving?

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