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  • February 2012

    The Phoenix Public Market stands empty as it waits for the food trucks to arrive and surround the pavement lot, establishing its boundaries and, inevitably, its intimacy.

    The warm sun lights and warms up the chairs, ready to be occupied by chatting coworkers at lunchtime or close friends eager for the chance to catch up after a long school week.

    The colored umbrellas line the to-be crowded, casually established dining tables and latticed chairs, poised to shield the sun should it become too bearing on this pre-Spring, Friday afternoon downtown.

    The sand bags lay motionless, unmoving from their initial, smacking impact in random placement. A precaution for the event, should a rustle of wind stir vender tents and promotional posters broadcasting locally grown, organic products.

    I don’t know why there are caution cones.
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