At the Farmer’s Market, a poem

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at the Farmer’s Market
she has to be
in her nineties,
a knapsack laden
with fruit,
in those hands –
two cherry tartlets,
her eyes roaming,
roaming, her red
scarf aflutter
with birds

 

Photo: miamiandbeaches.com

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Spring Memories

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I could tell you
of my love of
each spring –

The cherry
blossoms
speaking up.

The moon’s
first swim in
the pond out
back.

Blueberries
pausing for
muffins and
blintzes.

Finding
a stray dog to
introduce to the
summer rental.

And the bird
with one note –
bless it.

How do we
bear summer
when spring
is so rich with
the good and
the good?

Photo: blazingcatfur.ca