When Poets Shop

When Poets Shop

Finding a robin on the freeway
is not more startling than encountering
a poet in the condiments aisle
at the market.  When worlds collide!

His tall red-bandana'd figure
strides past the packaged nuts
and dried fruits. Warning to customers:  he may 
declaim at any moment! 

Let's make a poem from
the salad dressing shelves--
let the Goddess dressing
humble the Ranch and Italian;
 they fall to their knees
before her glory! 

Lingering in the produce aisle now, 
  where the cilantro pretends to be parsley,
luring us to build a hut of scented
greenery, with a roof of leeks
and lemon grass! Forget the
bee-loud glade-- there is an aisle-full
 of air fresheners nearby!

Checking out with the cheerful gray-haired
COOP workers, our bags now carry food, fuel in
colorful packaging; our minds 
tuck away seeds for future poems. 

Peggy Brightman 
(c) June 2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018



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Date: 7/6/2018 10:56:00 PM
Peggy, such an interesting write!
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