At the farmer’s market a juggler,
Stands behind his upturned hat.
Three balls at first, yellow, white, green;
Then a fourth, light blue with red speckles.
A fifth, a sixth, a twelfth – too many.
Your damnation, whom you are to meet
Near the cart with the suspect tomatoes
Tries to get your attention.
A ball suddenly bounces off your nose
Then back into the unending circle.
Some one laughs. You buy an apple.