Friday, February 17, 2012

anecdote #227 - fish monger

these long gypsy cycles hoola-hooped
around my lifetime. not every season
he'd door-to-door selling mudpuppy.
seemed selling treacheries, dangerous
small bones my parents feared, obligatory
charity to buy? (cheapest whatever?)
neighbourliness as blackmail? their
cashflow/Pride put on the spot?

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

lovely language, lovely pictures, lovely story-telling