Tree Light-growing past daylight, long haired and upright. Sun shining soon, to night.
Carting-wheeling her treasure about, sold to the highest bidder, shout your price out. The anxiety as pennies accumulate and spill over into dimes.
Chap-got his goods, got his cap. Got his marbles, time to get the game going again.
On the right-far away from the left as possible. The light is better here now. The light might change. Sometimes it is right.
