The valley has been quiet
weeks of calm subtle weather
the farms have been busy growing.
Come Thursdays though
under a harvest moon
the wares are picked and brought
to our heavy Farmer’s Market
it’s our weekly tradition now
rain or shine everything is up for sale.
Unless of course, you can’t afford
the price of this free admission event.
Famous sports cars with their drivers
flood this half of the city-valley,
it’s hard to see through all the exhaust,
the cars still look pretty though
headlights blind the path and trail.
The homeless with their signs, choke
on the million dollar exhaust.
The town closes 8 city blocks
so the downtown can feel like home
to host their farmer’s market.
These farmers bring their goods for us
to feel all exclusive and privileged.
The young with their eager hands
reach for every free sample there is
and the farmer with her mud stained hands
take our pristine bills by the handful.
This give and take exchange
it’s easy to see why Thursdays
are an easy way to fall into line
and buy all their fresh fruit
that only yesterday
was forbidden to eat.
