Bizarre Bazzaar

the other day
i found myself
inside the Bizarre Bazaar,
where nothing was fingered
only handed,
where everyone lingered
uncommanded. . .
i walked around
that awesome place
looking near and looking far,
where nothing was sold
only borrowed,
where everyone smiled
and never sorrowed. . .
i stood alone
and gazed around,
inside that Bizarre Bazaar
where nothing was kept
only passed,
where everyone mingled
so unharrassed. . .
i told myself
that this was it
and wished upon a star,
where nothing is counted
only numbered,
where everyone passes
unemcumbered. . .

1978