Farmer's Market Poem by Raj Dronamraju

This farmer's market opens at night
Not during the morning like the rest of them
The lights of nearby shops are a fuzzy pretty distorted outline
Pumpkin aura disbelief does not push an influence

She bags tomatoes for the following fable
Twists and turns to the challenge of chatting up a total stranger
The act of freeing confident language is greater than you
Appearing comfortable talking to total strangers? It bests you

This farmer's market serves to shatter the image
Your image, the produce that is laid out for people to choose to buy
The display that does not entice
The produce which is not selected and rots and is thrown out

Going around the option of big chain stores to present a healthier option for you
Homegrown healthier eating
A market set up in a parking lot which presents nothing new to fickle part-time shoppers
The same consumer as always, the same consumer that doesn't want to consume us