Following their fathers’ shopping ritual
are girls with curls
loose and wild
the sky’s hot breath
…
Sipping on sweet butter
smooth and still
Vietnamese coffee
with the ease of a cresting wave
and a scoop of condensed milk cream
…
Curtains of pearls twinkle in his eye
the eye that watches licking lips smack
from the coconut
dessert high
…
The curls looping through stalls
are caught for a moment in the shimmering curtains
lost to fleeing pères and papas weaving
through stalls, bustling under summer rain
A salty cleanse
…
Two samosas to fill
his every withered hand
warming rough nut-brown skin
brushing, brushing
a mango orange cloth, over his proud
pristine stand.
Flâneuse from aus 