Farmer's Market Sweet Plums: Apology to the Flower Lady
by Geffrey DavisWe have no issue with her, per se. Guilty, we knew already what we wanted long before we noticed the slow gesture of her fingers: flower to scissors, to vase, to flower again. Her painful carefulness—: that anonymous labor for more beauty qua beauty. She almost convinces us to forget the fruit and choose the flower in her hands:—to take from her that burden of belief. Leaving the market, with bags of plums bumping at our hips, we begin to offer strangers that rounded sweetness, one by one, desperate for her gentleness, for her certainty in what the living need.
