i made my way
through crowded
streets and a
million voices i couldn’t
understand
it was the mystery
and melancholy
i had seen in a painting
soon i turned into
darkness and a stone
archway was lit by
candlelight
behind it a flea market
and a woman at a
table with a
single, oddly-shaped
container smiled
i knew what was inside
but i dared not look
she opened it for
me and i could not look
away
bhagiti 8.16.07 perrysburg, oh