Poem I wrote while at a produce market called "The Giant Artichoke" during spring break. We were at the artichoke capitol of the world...
Reds and yellows, greens and blues
Bright offending plastic hues
Hang like fruits from ceiling beams
Housing rows of produce pews
Sun creeps in to Spanish sounds
Of flip-flops on the concrete ground
I'm in the Giant Artichoke
And can't believe the scene I've found!
