days do not go through too many faces
in night market I pause crowd amble paces
human tide in pace poses narrow ways
suburban night market lures in customers
surprises fresh eyes potential new buyers
merchandise food stalls await any takers
darkness smiles as an adventure delights
earlier we ate at half deserted walkway cafes
Ramadan ends lures home city villagers
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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