Bazaar

Vendors ply their trade in open air without an air or grace, the velvet chocolate slabs so neatly laid, suitable for vegans but a salve to pointless guilt the label said, my texting fingers drip with honeyed scruple, Like dates? give us this day our daily bread is how we earn our corn, a corny line no less, pumpkin seed in barrels dot each loaf as if it were an invite to a milling throng another corny item on the menu, off the wall, off the tongue and off the fork from shell to shelf is how we go to market with such buzzword brand elan. Yet us artisans must surely set our sights beyond the sound of cash tills or the pin pad swipe and scan zeitgeist