In the depths of winter the green market at Union Square
is subdued with left-over apples,
a few potatoes, and
absurdly expensive little bits of mesclun salad.
Now zinnias blaze.
In midsummer there are wild traffic-light, traffic-stopping stalks.
Of what. Rhubarb? Salady stuff?
Someone will tell me.
(They did. Swiss Chard. Sue was the first!)
There are peaches that taste like peaches instead of those odd,
hard, fuzzy lumps they sell in the supermarket.
... plums for plum crumble.
Geranium leaves fall on the black-eyes susies.
There are snapdragons which long to be carried
by a flower girl at a summer wedding...
...and good snacks to be had.
Who knew that tea-cosies could be WILD?
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