Farmer’s Market Sonnet 4

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There’s something missing from the farmer’s stand.

The lettuces and berries (straw) are there,

And herbal odors waft and fill the air.

But I don’t see the sexy farmer man.

Where could he be, my Farmer’s Market beau?

Perhaps he moved on to a different site,

Or kinder town?  It’s possible, he might

Have gone away for good.  I miss him though.

I miss his willow arms, his nightdark hair,

His smile when he’d bag a peach for me.

Sometimes, he’d offer up a taste for free;

That smile was not the only thing he’d share.

I yearn for him, his vegetables, and fruit. 

In me, his seeds of love have taken root.