the free market

the year our garden gave too much
we sold zucchini at the roadside

my father’s farmer friend
drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry
as we stole his business

& we two (capitalists
disguised as girls)

stuck out our tongues

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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1 Response to the free market

  1. Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:

    In honor of the sheer weight of summer squash just picked from my garden, I have dug this up from April 🙂

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