Too early for cucumber,
I found pickles instead and

tote
my bunches
of radishes and
candy onions.

The chocolate zucchini bread
and the pina colada one (both small) are new indulgences.

As I leave I consider what else I didn’t find.
No notable people of color present. I would’ve bought from them.
I do not recollect if they were among the crowd, but as a giver
of tarot and tea readings and vendor of my book, I love to look over
who I buy from, who is casting their kindness, who
I would trust with my future when I give to theirs.

The crops rotate and yet the earth still grows some Strange Fruit.