Roadside Stand
(c) 2011 by Tom king
Up ahead...
A breathing space beside the road,
Heaps of sustenance, rich dirt-toned,
Plucked from the Earth,
Gifts to be had from the land itself,
To those who have the strength of arm
... or three dollars the peck
Pull over...
Walk among the over-flowing baskets,
Find something from the place itself
Something drawn from the open-handed Earth
Lifted whole and good in the farmer's naked hands
A blessing to those who will gather at my table;
... a reason, now to hurry home.
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