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A Butcher Contemplates Christmas

A Butcher Contemplates Christmas

7: 30 a.m.
at the corner of Main and King Edward
a butcher in a white coat stands
looking out from behind the empty meat trays
in the window of the Windsor Packing Company.
Back in the fridge,
somnolent sausages,
blood red sirloin,
and thick pink pork chops
(each with a trim icing of fat)
wait patiently for their return to the public eye.

a sign urges
Order your Christmas turkey now!
a December wind blows.

Taking part in Brendan’s advent challenge over at earthweal

Also be sure to check out Sarah Connor”s advent calendar, a poem a day..well worth a visit!

Melons

Melons

When asked if the melon is ripe

The girl behind the counter at the Chinese-Canadian Deli

Sniffs the pale green globe, shakes her head

And pointing to a small beige circle, says:

 

This is the melon’s bottom

The melon is ripe,

When the bottom smells sweet.

 

While outside,

The Christmas traffic

Stalls on Dunbar Street.

 

Photo: Sitting on the Fence (2)