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In the Details: Market

Since 1934.

Market

At the market, in a
Basket there's as
Many potatoes as
You need, unwrapped
Untagged, except
A bit of dirt
Left on the peel.

The market, the one
Across from the school,
Which Grandson showed
Pop Pop on their walk,
And they brought home
A tiny paper bag
Folded over,
Filled with some
Chewy joy.

That market, the
L-shaped room
Where meat cuts
Rate white paper and
Boys push in
To the candy aisle,  
On that
Too officious road
From then to now.

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This week's theme was "fast."

Next week's theme is "body"
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This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

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