The Giant Artichoke

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!