*Market Place*
Smells like fish and strawberries
and sweet fresh baked bread and body odor
all at once.
But as I point to the ripe cherries,
I know only one word for weight
in in my childish Serbian.
Kilo.
A kilo of cherries, molim, turns out to be a lot.
I eat for 3 meals,
pits and all.
Grocery stores only -
until my vocab improves.
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I love that it took a mere two minutes to create each of those poetic pieces.
ReplyDeleteGreat images! Margaret, do you write poetry that us book-clubbers haven't heard about??
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