Dead Man's Fruit Stand

by Stephen Du Marais

YOU can only sell papayas
so long
Before your eyes become
the narrow beads
of hate,
and every passing man
is another
    minute
            longer
you must wait.

I wonder if,
it would ease
your pain
If you knew another man
just across the way,
had written you into his
book
            forever.

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