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Brixton Market

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Crossing the road is different here.
We gather in a crowd,
then, as if by telepathy,
we know it's time to surge.

Under the Delfts-blue sky
we shop for yams and sweet potatoes,
scarlet cotton for a dress.
It fell off the back of a lorry.

We love Mumís Dutch misunderstandings.
She must think London is full of lorries
with badly-fastened doors,
shedding goods into the arms of waiting traders.


Judith van Dijkhuizen


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