If you travel the back roads at this time of year, you might get lucky and come across a roadside stand where seasonal produce is for sale. Oftentimes these work on the honor system: there's a price list for the produce, and a can or box where you deposit your money. Some stands sell a single crop, others sell a wide variety of whatever is ripe and ready. Whenever I pass one of these places, I pull over. I'm reminded of this poem by Charles Simic:
Roadside Stand
-- by Charles Simic
In the watermelon and corn season,
The earth is a paradise, the morning
Is a ripe plum or a plump tomato
We bite into as if it were the mouth of a lover.
Despite the puzzled face of the young fellow
In scarecrow overalls reading a comic book,
It’s all there, the bell peppers, the radishes,
Local blueberries and blackberries
That will stain our lips and tongue
As if we were freezing to death in the snow.
The kid is bored, or pretends to be,
While watching the woman pick up a melon
And press its rough skin against her cheek.
What makes people happy is a mystery,
He concludes as he busies himself
Straightening crumpled bills in a cigar box.
-- sdl
I love Charles Simic's sensual poem with its indelible imagery: the young fellow in his scarecrow overalls, reading a comic book and straightening crumpled bills in a cigar box. Perfect!
I love Stacey's photo of David, the curious dog, and the wonderful white truck with its pure and simple message: CORN.
Thank you for making me smile and laugh over this quiet Labor Day weekend.
Posted by: Emily Fragos | August 31, 2024 at 09:28 PM