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
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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