Colors and smells
of the Farmers’ Market
bring out the best
intentions of a Saturday
morning.
Heat releases essence
of open grapefruit
smacking shoppers in the face.
Sage in the sausage,
sweet basil in the sauce.
White truffle in the hands
of the homeless.
Quixotic sword formerly
a baguette – romantic
regret and longing for
the sweet flesh of a
good grapefruit.