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A grocery list for M. Davis
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April 7, 2022. 9:14AM.
- farm-fresh eggs, with nubbly blue shells that crack in divine geometry
- butter, churned and smacked and salted by an Amish neighbor
- flour, finely milled, puffing scattered clouds from a torn corner
- sugar, spilling crystalline and pure as last month's snow
- salt, carrying the taste of the sea and the smell of nothing
- rhubarb, slender and stringy, with neon bulbs and bloody tips
- strawberries, small as my thumbnail, ripe enough to stain my canvas bag
- lemons, bright and waxy, sour enough to find my scratches
- a pie dish, deep enough to hold a dream, but not so deep I lose myself
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This little poem was written for Mackenzie Davis's "I'd Read Your Grocery List" Challenge. Join the fun here:
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