Ivan Donn Carswell
Market In The Rain
Bob’s view was we couldn’t run
away, rain didn’t demand unilateral
surrender; we were men-at-arms
used at least to deprivation and
where was impending danger?
Didn’t stop the weak and gutless
leaving but not many came. The
wimps parade to exits gave us
strength in a belief that we were
made of steely sterner stuff.
We fooled no-one but us I had to
say; in pouring rain who came to
buy our goods? True undeniably
it was, and if it ever stopped or
eased we’d likely get to see.
In the event it didn’t and I packed
to leave; I know he envied me but
stayed to sell his dragon fruit. The
pilgrims earned his doggedness he
said by being resolute.
© 7 February 2010, I. D. Carswell
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