Post by goldenmyst on Jul 1, 2018 12:25:00 GMT -6
Dream 7-1-18
Pushing grocery cart in a produce market
Past homegrown Maine kale
Outside of Presque Isle
Where blueberry orchards wait for summer
To be harvested by sturdy girls pining for love
Aisles of green leafy vegetables in bunches on racks
A freckled young woman faces me in
a narrow passage between Edenic edibles.
I tell her that I was there first
And therefore have the right of passage
She says, “What if I sue you for bumping me
and hurting my back?”
So I make way for her.
Wanting to turn our lemon encounter
Into a butternut squash surprise
I follow her to the register
With “Hey what if our meeting was meant to be
because we knew each other
from the same Scottish clan in a past life?”
“For originality, you get to gaze into my eyes until one of us flinches.”
Pushing grocery cart in a produce market
Past homegrown Maine kale
Outside of Presque Isle
Where blueberry orchards wait for summer
To be harvested by sturdy girls pining for love
Aisles of green leafy vegetables in bunches on racks
A freckled young woman faces me in
a narrow passage between Edenic edibles.
I tell her that I was there first
And therefore have the right of passage
She says, “What if I sue you for bumping me
and hurting my back?”
So I make way for her.
Wanting to turn our lemon encounter
Into a butternut squash surprise
I follow her to the register
With “Hey what if our meeting was meant to be
because we knew each other
from the same Scottish clan in a past life?”
“For originality, you get to gaze into my eyes until one of us flinches.”
