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When the Market is Over
You might
turn a corner
and find an afternoon
set free
smell bruised apples
dry mud blown
through cardboard
white flowers
browning,
green chamois leather
leaves of cabbage
and kale
wilting
and golden skins of onion
swirling unravelling cupping
the light
turn a corner
and find an afternoon
set free
smell bruised apples
dry mud blown
through cardboard
white flowers
browning,
green chamois leather
leaves of cabbage
and kale
wilting
and golden skins of onion
swirling unravelling cupping
the light
Published 16th Feb 2012
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16th Feb 2012 1:56pm
Sounds like the market is over ... especially liked your last verse ... Mu best wishes go with you in your writing of poetry. bruce
19th Feb 2015 9:29am
Reminds me the open air market in Boston towards the end of day ... the prices drop faster than the temperature
