Farmers Market

Sweet Basil in tight bunches
Like school kids waiting to cross the street.
Fat baskets of strawberries,
Sweet and fragrant.
Flowers in the shade,
A lilliputian forest of herbs,
Rows of plastic boxes of almonds
like apartment buildings on the hill.
A whole table of vegetables
I do not recognize.

I had my first fig ever;
Which end to hold?
Do you eat the skin?
Oh, it's so soft,
Yielding to my mouth,
Sweet and warm and subtle,
Like a first kiss.