Market Day
`
squashed cabbage leaves,
crushed petals, broken stems
strewn along grey slush
wind whisks cobbled street,
gravel crunches under
hooves and booted feet
rain-drooped marquees
whisper freshest gossip;
clock tower tolls on the hour
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.