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Mindtravels: In the marketplace

by Julie Adams

the scent of olive oil
trickling down dusty cobble
roads, and lads smearing
rags across cappuccino necks

bottles of vino and bread
in a bicycle basket, in shade
hear the tin whistle to the trees
in the faint sea winds

rattling along wooded pathways
crates of tomatoes, fresh pesto
decorate the air homegrown
undertones, fresh mozzarella

ample, like family,
like love, fleshy and supple
like oysters or mussels
like the cheek of a curious child

who's hand squeezes out the sun
high in pale skies, he sees the sea
from espresso eyes that long
to see beyond today

02/10/2006

Author's Note: a new series I am trying..I hope you travel with me...thank you for reading

Posted on 02/10/2006
Copyright © 2021 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JD Clay on 02/10/06 at 02:52 PM

Peddling across Toscana was never more pleasurable, let alone palatable. Your precious prose is a journey in itself, and I long for it's return. pe4ce...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/15/06 at 03:27 PM

Stimulating read Jewels. Congrats on POTD...well deserved!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/15/06 at 04:51 PM

You've an incredible dimension with words, Jewel. Refreshing, brilliant, unforgettable. write on forever! more!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/15/06 at 08:53 PM

Wonderful Julie: Congratulations on poem of the day.....Charlie

Posted by Jim Benz on 02/16/06 at 02:07 PM

vivid imagery. well done.

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