Two Nats or spirits hover over the shoulder of a vegetable seller to give her some marketing advice.
pick one
I’m of two minds,
thought the vegetable seller,
nodding her fuschia turban
to the apparition
hovering in mid-air,
a butterfly on a petal
with quivering wings.
I should show her
my cache, one mind sings,
so she can pick
her own offering but
I need to be of use
to customers
seeking fresh leaves
and sturdy roots.
The other mind insists
I should put her first
on the list,
for if I pause
to please this wraith,
a pause will not matter
compared to the fortune
she will send my way.
