At The Market Poem by Juan Olivarez

A the market tomatoes are juicy and plump.
There's carrots and chiles and frijoles that jump.
They will polish your shoes, and they will cut your hair,
There's Mexican boots and women's underwear.
Radios with speakers that incessantly boom,
And they will tell your fortune, in a little dark room.
There's tacos, and soups, and submarines too,
Potatoes on a stick and spicy Mexican stew.
Black market viagra, so stand up and cheer,
Just one little blue pill, and you hit passing gear.
There's pirated c.d.s for a dollar a piece,
And some little Neem trees, that cure every disease.
They will fix your flats, even rotate your tires,
It's heaven, it's hell, paradise, and quagmire.
But on saturdays and Sundays that's where I'll be,
Ochoas's Flea Market, is the best place for me.

11/20/12 Alton Texas