Kabocha, pear, bell pepper, onion, chard.
The market air filled thickly, hunting for
our meals. It's crisp now, autumn giving dare
to cold of winter. Where to go? Inside.
Monday, November 22, 2010
The Market
This post is sort of a mini-ode to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. The last day of the market for the season was this past rainy Saturday. It prompted my first poem in about 20 years and some images taken last week.
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