Summer Showers

He keeps with him a tarpaulin
To cover veggies on his cart,
But doesn’t carry anything
To cover any body part,

Except the dhoti wound around
His privates, wet and showing through,
As he decides to trudge his strides
Without a moment pausing to

Take shelter under dripping trees
Or squatting under ledges, eaves,
For he knows people sooner part
With clothes or longer handkerchieves

When they see Poverty parade
Its jaded jewels down the street,
Compared to when Sincere Trade
Is labouring in summer heat.

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