Mellow market adventure days,
Sweet and bitter smells both at once.
Looking for the fresh, but also the deal.
Familiar faces of all different races,
Just trying to make a living.
Squeezing, smelling, looking, tasting,
Hoping for that special food,
and where I live there is sweet potato pie
and sweet potato bread, scupanons and
mexican food I can’t pronounce (or spell).
There’s all kinds together in harmony.
Thursday Think Tank #60 -Market Days
Stumbling along the sidewalk 
Gordon, I haven’t been here before, found you at Poets United. This post is fresh from the wicker basket. I can almost taste the sweet potato pie – one of my favorites. Nice rhythm to it, and a welcoming feel. Thanks! Amy Barlow Liberatore
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Hi, Amy. Welcome to my blog, and I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Thanks for the compliments, and I will check out your link as well.
Gordon
Gordon — DO check out Amy’s blog. You will enjoy her work!! She’s another “poet friend” I’ve made here online. Absolutely love her! ~Paula
Love the last line of this one, Gordon. So many things in a market would never be found in the same meal/dish. But in the market…they can exist in harmony. 🙂 ~Paula
so many things–and so many people! thanks for your comments!
Oh, how I love sweet potato pie. I savor this poem to the max.
Yes, Sweet potato pie is a local favorite. I prefer the sweet potato bread myself. Glad you enjoyed the poem. That sweet potato pie just keeps giving!