Sparkle, glisten, colors blasting,
tables, rows, strands a casting
nets to draw us near,
hearts a thumping, we have no fear.
Right, left, down the center
just to the side of where we enter.
Last time almost missed great buys,
there they were, our favorite vendor guys,
with pearls, cloisonne, abalone & shells,
we will pass on Tibetan bells.
Hours later laden with treasures,
The joy it gives us can’t be measured.