Ninety Hypothetical Dollars
by Casey Fuller
November 12th, 2004
72 haikus written while selling fruit one summer at the Lacey Farmer's Market.
come close, close, show
me your subtle rooms, your low voice,
bodies angled, close.
ah shucks, sarah, i
look down at my shoes, kick dirt
look up, back at you.
michael, out of the
blue, arranging the fruit, says,
"this is beautiful."