MAKOLA

do you hear
the crinkle of bags
the jingle of purses
have you seen
that happy child with a new video game
the babe crying wild at the mom
for the toy she can’t have

there goes a girl
with a pale dancing on her head
she is selling meat-pies
he is selling sunglasses
she sells earrings
all walking past each other

do you smell
the mixed food from restaurants
can you feel the wooden bench I’m sitting on
do you hear someone laugh out loud
yes, do you see bright signs advertising things
hmm, a kid dragged along by an angry dad
what about some love lovers not wanting to meet
each other

I see someone down the stairs empty handed
yet on the pathway of stairs people sell their things
there’s comes my next door neighbor
a lady up the stairs with two full bags

here at Makola
we clink and clang
through the alleyways on  pathway of stairs
I carry an old porcelain
like a child
While many come with baskets on their heads

I’ve fallen in love with Makola
and the many souls in its mall
I love the bright signs advertising things
and the woman who sings forever
while selling her wares