(from the moon series)
Please, take it, he'll give it to you cheap.
His name is on the street and his father
is going to beat him. The heart
is hard to ice, the tongue cold when bothered,
the mind surprised by persistence. The boy
a salesman at ten. If you buy it
he will eat a little, he will gain some pride,
other boys will respect him, he'll become owner
of a fine handmade shirt store, he will pray
and think God rewards him, he will marry
and have children and teach his children
how to sell something as unique as the moon
on the streets of Tanger.
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