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PULGA PANTOUM

Mom and I love to go to the pulga,

to get lost in the crowd that flows

between all the busy stalls,

drawn to colors, sounds, and smells.

To get lost in the crowd. That flows

from our instincts, I bet. Humans are

drawn to colors, sounds, and smells

like a swarm of bees to blooming flowers.

From our instincts, I bet humans are

happiest together. Bulging bags in hand,

like a swarm of bees to blooming flowers,

people meet for friendly haggling.

Happiest together, bulging bags in hand—

Mom and I love to go to the pulga!

People meet for friendly haggling

between all the busy stalls.