Hawkers Poem by Imafidon Mac Henry

Hawkers



The red-hot sun blistering
The tray of trouble trembles
Cracked calls to clients
In trampled famished voice
And retired legs
Tomorrow, legs log bus stops
In dreamland of penury.

Saturday, August 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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