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Douglas Tanoury Eastern Market Amid cobalt blue eggplants And carnival glass plums Stacked high in wooden Bushel baskets A blind man with graying hair Plays guitar and moans The blues to hot pink tomatoes And alabaster melons Head bowed he strums Plaintive melodies To crimson-canary nectarines And jade grapes Swaying slowly back and forth Side to side with the tempo Singing out in the darkness To the corn's deaf ears. Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Detroit Poems |
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