by the roadside there are things for sale. under large yellow blue green red wedge umbrellas on a white stalk slipped in the joining of a plank box. hand lettered signs, quotation marks and apostrophes. sweet corn, and further down depending on the season starapples and indian mangoes in deep rush baskets or a red plastic basin. where there are sidewalks. and sidewalkers.

today i saw:
crab stacked and tied with blue straw
yellow diesel fuel in coke liter bottles
eggplant, okra, squash, and stringbeans chopped and packed in icebags
aquariums of cold drinks with varicolored squares of gelatin
little sweet breads
dark glasses and cellular phone casings
bobbing headed animals in a row

to amend your way from here to wherever. i wonder what decides the spread.

on the way to where would you stop for..., and also how far would one walk for one of these? and back?

do people here want these, or is it a you never know, the way cowboy hats and helicopters, mattresses and roses are snaked between cars at the stoplight. so much hope there, you never know.