market

opening day.

12 or so stalls.

each table offers smiles, expectation, and lies.

too early for strawberries, yet there they are.

those tomatoes aren’t local.

food trucks squat and idle around the perimeter.

the number of organic soap vendors has doubled this year.

arriving early still meant standing in lines.

there were fewer lines though.

the window for getting the good stuff is still weeks away.

but a month from now, I will never find parking.