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Dugan, Lawrence
Lawrence Dugan At the Ninth Street Market The fish are pink, the color of watermelon, and curved, their wet sides speckled like black seeds; they bask on ice their eyes wide in the glare of...
...they bask on ice their eyes wide in the glare of the glass case the odor steaming off them like smoke and settling over the other stalls stacked with fall fruit, pumpkins and squashes and rainbow colored indian corn, the stalls hooded with stripped canvas...
...in one is a counterman, his face round and wrinkled as he sings Christmas carols, two months out of season, V; to his smiling wife...
Vol. 105 • November 1978 • No. 23
