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"The Market" (by Joe DiMino)
There is time for
Most everything
And our right to share;
Choose the wise market
Look for the fresh
And unblemished
Not overly ripened;
Indulge in desserts
Of dreaming
But to say I dream mostly
Of creams and cakes
Would be a Pastry-lie.
I also dream of mounting the air
To glide as a great winged bird,
Sing with the wind
Letting out my eagle cry,
So that every creature
Yet to dream will envy
Lift believing
Toward the sky,
Want to sing their own
Eagle cry
Kiss the weight of earth
Goodbye
But again on the ground
Within my market place
I must face the isles,
Listening keenly
To market sound
Make a stand of where Ive been,
Making certain to stock
A bin if I can
Of such illusive item
As that of my dreamed
Specialty blend:
A healthy green of trying,
A lofty mix of flying
Keep within souls reach
Song of air
And great-bird screech
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