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Ode to Alemany Farmers Market
by Angie Minkin
Fall harvest jumps at our farmers market,
a bursting sanctuary of plenty:
pears, orange persimmons, red pomegranates,
parsley, dark green and fragrant. A sharp hint
of winter’s rains. Still, for now, the sun shines.
I want to drink that lovely elixir
of sun, soil, and life. May the gods be kind,
let me in this church of makeshift structures.
This is how I pray: in tongues I don’t speak,
with masses of folks. Hipsters bop, men stroll,
young women laugh and chat. We’re all seeking
good deals, ripe tangerines, the freshest rolls.
Rosa beams when I buy her sunflowers.
Seagulls and crows carve clouds, circle for hours.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Angie Minkin retired from a long career as an administrative law judge with the State of California and now spends her time rehabilitating her right brain. She practices yoga, takes dance classes several times a week, and loves to write poetry. She volunteers with a local non-profit that serves low-income immigrant families. Angie has two adult children and lives in San Francisco with her husband and two cats, all of whom provide inspiration. She escapes to the sun whenever possible.