Market

From off the buzz of marketplace,
the barter and the deal,
I take a seat in this café
to ponder life’s ordeal.

I order tea, a tea for one,
to warm the market’s chill.
With milk and sugar, stir and gone;
so sweet and sweeter still.

The final dregs wash round the base,
my mug absolved of warmth.
Returning to the marketplace,
I barter with my thoughts.

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