pick one

Spiritual Sandwich

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.