in the fish market

Buying Fish

dodging rain tubs
filled with last night
my morning begins

along mud splatters
and shouts of ‘Ma’am!
“You buy? Ma’am, you buy!”

my green rubber thongs
step around two tiny girls
in freshly checked uniforms

and bits of sun shine
where there once was roof
the local fish market is alive

as I find the two ladies who
sold me fishes last week
smiling and pressing

a little extra into
the bag, saying
Suki (my special customer)

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

Culture, Free Verse, Poetry , , ,

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world (and their employees). In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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