Market winds rustle folded cloth
Vendors hum through the daily trough
You lift crates for a shaking spine
Keeping effort within the line
Sun flares sharp in the dusty heat
Sweat runs slow in the crowded street
Your warm hand steadies someone’s stare
Giving proof that the world can care
Moments glow in the open air
Grief steps back from its scorched despair
Happiness roots where burdens pare—
Life finds light in the warmth that rises when you care