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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as it steals us away

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a stream crashes on a beach,
a cloud curls into a wave,
the sky is not yet saltwater,

but he sets his boat to sail
upon it…how simple the
luscious as it steals us away

 

Photo: Clark Little photographer