Photo by Mary Lee Hahn
Head over to Laura Shovan’s website to see a feast of fresh market, vegetable soup poetry. I am writing my poems on the yellow notepad on my laptop. Somehow this feels more like a quick draft place; I don’t have to commit to save it. More playful. Less need for excellence.
Peppers
Peppers purple
peppers green
squash
squash
squashI see ya, eggplant
think you’re hiding
in your shiny skin?Market days
are silver dollar days
when fresh is
as fresh does.Make me a salad,
please.–Margaret Simon
Reflections on the Teche 