Fish Crier

 I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a
voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble
in January.

He dangles herring before prospective customers evincing
a joy identical with that of Pavlowa dancing.

His face is that of a man terribly glad to be selling fish,
terribly glad that God made fish, and customers to
whom he may call his wares, from a pushcart.

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