quinta-feira, 27 de junho de 2024

Farmers’ market (w-i-p )

 Farmers’ market

 

Though the brown bags of organic rice

dwindle and cost us um olho da cara      bananas

are stacked in full cornucopia:      the green

the yellow   and the aging    in their encroaching

stains of brown    just perfect for the penelopes

who perch in waiting in our own backyard.    

Mangoes are here in defiant heaps   anxious to

show off their succulence     avocados sit like 

a  healthy capsule of the local  on their curvy bottoms

while  broccolis curl in  shrunken plummage. 

Inside their jagged armor    the  artichoke

hearts are hardening   to the humans who juggle

price vs. taste          tomatoes have been

 squeezed and picked through   and  left to leak

a thinning blood into the bottom of their boxes  

and there’s not much lettuce or cucumber with this

rainfall in its coming and goings    spurts of too much

and months of too little.  Like any latecomer 

I shuffle remainders      the die-hard apples

 the weathered strawberries    and  the  thinning

mounds of onion and garlic     pure  staples of flavor 

for our steaming dinners as the cold months head in:   

moments of sharing our darkest fears

our treasured acquaintance with truce and peace    

our shelter - for now or forever ? -   from

deprivation.

Farmers’ market (w-i-p )

  Farmers’ market   Though the brown bags of organic rice dwindle and cost us um olho da cara       bananas are stacked in full corn...