Agatha Abernathy Goes To Market

Her fennel failed, so it was off to market- 
where local lemon squares cartwheel
with kettle corn 
as free samples dissipate...
and the business-
of honing in on
a needful thing
becomes the 
sepia tone
on a wharf of 
gathering.

with the fog that threatened 
the forecast, abated. 
the air was gray-yellow 
with a new sun cracking mist 
as veterans 
meander like elk in hoodies
between the fresh catch
of the day
and the venison heart
on ice.

under glass.