PURE COMMERCE
Between looming storefronts
imprisoning half light
plastered with shop signs
and peppered with awnings
tattered and flapping
as stale winds are blowing
the flaking paint falling
and cans roll and clatter
in debris-filled gutters
reflected in windows
cobwebbed and dirty
disguising the gloom
of the rooms hot and sweaty
where anonymous strangers
make deals with damp handshakes.
Michael Edwards © June 2018
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So true and so often carried out Michael - and that is just the politicians!
Thanks Andy
What they up to there?! heehee.
Probably trading in very small packets of flour - making fairy cakes?
Ahhhh Mon Ami Michael ~ Tousjours et Tousou ? C'e la vie aujours d'hui ! Your Friends too BRIAN et ANGELA
Il arrive tout le temps or so I am told - never been involved myself.
Malheureusement...
to BRIAN et ANGELA ‘s comment!
You describe crooked deals so well!!!! Great write.
Cooeee - how's that evening going?!
Been out to a BBQ run by the Village Heritage group - great evening and now feeling a bit p++++d
Michael,
Back in the hood where the undesirable deals are constant...unfortunately!
Love your pic!
How’s your new computer working out?
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. The computer is superb - so easy to use and a seamless change-over. All thanks to using a local store where you get personal service and hardly any difference in price to buying it from a large chain or on-line.
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