Upon the morn, vast hope seems dim and frail,
War-talks in Israel yield no accord.
The price of oil on Arab land doth sail,
Her deal for June, sweet Saudi does afford.

Fair Euro stocks upon the morn arise,
As hopes of U.S. rate-cut grow robust.
Job data weak, yet eyes fixed on the prize,
By September, might the cut adjust.

Yet the dollar regains lost strength and might,
Despite the weakness in employment's flight.
Higher the prices paid, soars to great height,
Pointing to pressure of inflation's bite.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur