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OVERCAST MARKET

The woman in front of us on the bread line
Tilts her head slightly as we clear left
To let her get on out of the tent -- "Actually
I need to swing around there." We make
Our noises of apology and Gary starts beeping
Like George on Seinfeld, as if he's a truck
Backing up. "People will think you're crazy
If you keep that up," I scold. But Gary could
Not care less, "I'm not going to be asking
These people for a job." It's overcast, and
The woman with the bright red hair and permanent
Scowl is in the next tent over, scanning goat
Yogurts. "It's not like I'll ever see these
People again." I'm trying to remember what
The funny parts of yesterday's walk so I can
Append them to yesterday's poem, but even
After we each buy a baggie of enoki mushrooms
("We'll live forever!" I aver) all I can think
Is the quality that everyone tests texts for
Is the one I want most to avoid. The woman
Who needed to get by is staring on a bench,
Her son conked out under the stroller's bonnet.