The junk woman offers to take two a piece,
In her street meanderings on basket head,
A head laden with everyone’s revolutions.
In the kidney corner sea we have tall ships
That played billiards of luxury amid ocean,
Now breaking lists of to-be and not-to-be.
Every body kicks buckets in ships & homes
Towards crowded riverbed Sat’day market .
It is where all our buckets land after kicks.