Reds, greens, and yellows blur down the street-
Mangoes, papayas, guanabanas
squashed by indifferent feet.
An ancient brow furrows at the sight-
There will be no lomo saltado tonight.
(Inspired by "Monrovia Market Women" and "Ya'll Comfort Me" and my stay in Quito, Ecuador.)
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