Bazar Poem by Morgan Michaels

Man of the world, I pass
the carosals of gold and silver chain
glittering stones for crushing
earrings and finger rings
bracelets and wristlets
cartons of stuff, satins and silks
purple-violet carpets, hand-loomed
rolled and stacked
chattering budgies and milk-white turtles
shreiking peafowl, squealing piglets
dates, figs, currants, prunes,
heaps of spices, saffron and paprika
jars of incense and frankincense,
pistachios, pecans and almonds.