One Hundred Years of Solitude

rays with the giant
magnifying glass, and there
was no lack of people
standing open-mouthed
watching kettles fall and pots
roll and who paid fifty cents
to be startled as a gypsy
woman put in her false teeth
and took them out again. A
broken-down yellow train
that neither brought anyone in
nor took anyone out and that
scarcely paused at the
deserted station was the only