Farmers market:
a quick trip
in the urban mix
to hook up with
our Earth,
our land,
the soil,
the roots,
and everything
that grows from it. . .

The big variety
of all manner of earthly gifts–
the farmers, fishers, and the fish. . .

and friends and neighbors
who sell and buy,
or those who for their cause
or candidate do proselytize. . .

For this
lifelong city chick,
it brings a deepening
of connection
and a smile,

as with all of it
she makes
a head-on intersection,
and sees a whole new
healthy, growing world
before her
grateful, opening eyes.

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