d r i f t

tatami mat
maker
finds
snack baker
used
goods
hawker.

neighborhood
men,
wide aisled,
narrow hipped
with
chipped china edges
sit
gossiping quickly
before
moving
back into the
rain
without umbrellas.

that's age, fellas -
a reed-woven
brown
sound,
bartered
seconds,
spent
news.