Dreary Day at the Market

The patter of the cop and the man
In the shop proved annoying, as
I was afraid it would be. The roasts,
Wrapped in plastic, seemed ugly
And gray. The lettuce was wilted,
The peaches unripe, not at all
Like the woman, who must have
Been sixty, and passed by four
Times, as if shopping for husbands.
The world, in other words, seemed
Out of sorts, but I think that it
May have been me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-23 at 23:43

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