Thoughts from a Vegetable Stand
You reach out
to touch the beans,
so brightly colored
you are not quite certain
they are real,
until you look close
and see the dirt
lodged in the tiny
wrinkles, dirt
that in no way
diminishes their beauty,
but only enhances it,
like the flaws
in each heart
that do not make us worse,
merely human.
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I went to the Roanoke Farmer's market earlier today, where I took this picture, and which inspired this poem. You can click on the picture for a larger version.
Tom
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