March 06, 2001

Lime Pickles

Sunday Market at the Rocks
Colour jumps from the stalls
Handmade glass
Object d’art en masse

Two dreamers stroll
oblivious
with thoughts
of sunny, smile filled
days in a kitchen
filled with heady
spicy smells.

Tamil pickles,
salty, hot, whole limes
sets taste buds tingling
begging for a taste
of cooling water…
tempting,
Irresistible.

Time to leave
with quickening pace
through jostling crowds,
to catch a northbound train.

Posted by Midus at 07:43 PM