store
peeled an orange, cut an apple
a day with fruits, sweet citrus
fragile morning comes.
a man opened his shop
metal folding gate screeching like a knife sharpening.
his store one lone meter deep
and a lone large painting hung asleep.
shaved a cucumber, chopped a tomato
an afternoon with a salad, aromatic water
soft evening plunges.
a mother closes her newsstand
rusty roll gate groaning like a lion yawning.
her stand one lone meter wide
and a lone light bulb planted woke.