watching the market wake up
is like watching a little chick
with wet feathers
peck away the shell, piece by piece
and enter into the bustling shuffle of life.
it is the feeling of stretching our your limbs after sleeping for hours
on a bus.
it sounds like the beginning of a rainstorm
whent he first few pelts of rain
break the moist silence,
complete with rolls of thunder as car motors
and old school busses
warm up the cobblestone.
it smells like a kitchen once you add just the right ingredient
like toasted cilantro
and all of the flavors begin to mix in the air.
it tastes like the first bite in the break
of a nightly 8 hours fast
buttery avocado
bright yellow egg
comforting,
energizing,
fresh, and
oh
so
good.
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