Dominican Market

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I walked along the market street,
My camera wrapped around my hand;
The noises of the swift and fleet
Motos, carros, camionetas— manned
By dexterous drivers— passed me by
Unnoticed, unremembered until I try.

I peer into the shops and stalls,
Observing people, observing wares;
So much to see, to hear— but walls,
Not between vendors but in their stares,
Keep me out, though I try—
I taste and talk, but the heartbeat slips by.

I lived among dominicans,
Their capitol, one week I roamed;
A local church asked us americans,
“Come, enter our life, our church, our homes.”
Our days were long, but soon flashed by;
God forged a bond, and keep it we shall try.

S.A. Detwiler Copyright 2008

Mercado al Aire Libre

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