Marketplace on a roadside lot
Plums ripen under a scalding tent.
Tenants fan themselves with cardboard
To escape the heat wave of late afternoon.
Cars pass, wind makes clouds of
Sand, pebbles, old paper cups.
A stepped-on peach is alive with flies.
About Cara
I'm Northwest born, raised and educated. I grew up with an instilled love of the written word, published my first poem at 12, newspaper story at 16 and haven't stopped since.
I graduated college with an English BA, was hired by a small paper in my college...
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