Loose Lettuce Leaf Factory Tour
The busload waited for another to park,
not Gingin locals
but a global arc
of foreign accents, ages and looks,
my concentration torn
from my favourite book.
I grabbed my novel – another boring tour,
the sign caught my eye
promised so much more.
Avenues of squashed, boxed green,
piled high like trees
wait to be cleaned.
Whilst gentle fingered plastic hands
manoeuvred each leaf
to remove the sand,
bits of mulch, a sleepy slug or two
its entrails smudged
was stuck like glue.
Full mouth askew with unbidden distaste,
my eyes clashed with
a gently smiling face.
Heart skipped to a stranger’s look
as he read the title
of my romance book.
Like turning loose leaves under
ice cool water sprays,
my heart was plundered
in a thousand ways…
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009
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