At the Fruit Stand by Christy Lumm <Submit your comments to the author> Beneath the midday heat Within the darkened shed The fruit monger and I Fill my plastic bags, A kilo of this, A kilo of that, When the radio Breaks into a rollicking Country folk dance. He starts it, clapping, Arms raised high, Fingers snapping, But I join in, And so we dance together Around the citrus While the music throbs Joy and power -- Until the corner cashier Snaps, "Sa'ad!" Youth and the party vanish; He resumes stacking cabbages; I fill my bags and leave. For a moment, though, The heat gives way And all the fruit inside glows, Ornaments bright as the Noonday sun above. Submit your comments on this story to the author! Please include your e-mail address if you would like the author to be able to write you back. [FrontPage Save Results Component] Copyright 2000 Moxie Magazine All Rights Reserved