Market Juice

Farmer's markets have an un- canny way of drawing beautiful women from the local vein like hot blood. One wanders around in a danger-laden daze--somehow modeled in motion and stasis, in luxuriantly lazy poses, they hang, suspended over the air-- a sweet clear mist of humidity-- like ripe mangoes sweating their morning dew pajamas, exuding with this demur wet just a taste- ful hint of their life-giving juice within...the juice at these markets is intoxicating, and I'm willing to pay for just a glass with my life, plus tip.