In lands afar, the dollar gains,
As labor thrives, the Fed attains,
Yet wages slow and jobless rise,
In June, a pause may make them wise.

'Neath olive groves, Greek bonds bring cheer,
With German's kin, they draw tightly near,
Twenty points more, for tightening race,
Bank of America sings its grace.

A snail traverses, on shares downbeat,
Rio Tinto's path on copper's street,
Deutsche Bank's wisdom, they value find,
Six-thousand two, their favor's shined.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur