Tye-Dye Vendor

Once again, I sit and grin.

Wondering why, I look and sigh.

As all the people wander by,

A smile crosses my eyes.

I have been here before,

Many years until now.

With my colors a flow,

Memories breeze on through.

But there is a change,

A personal rearrange.

Unsettling the dust,

I must grin again

To the smile walking away.

Collapsing at day’s end,

My colors flow into bins

And close out my return.

Tomorrow again I will burn

Under blazing sun to yearn

For another simple smile;

Around my color pile

That will allow me to end

Another day with a grin.

~

DBrown Fisher

© Aug 1997