Sunset Beach
ocean on one side
fruit vendor on the other.
We stop
my mother-in-law and I.
She wants pineapple
to take back
to New Hampshire.
The owner says
he’ll set us up .
He arranges six in a box.
When we get back
to our rented house,
we unpack them
to make sure they’re good.
They aren’t.
The back sides are rotten.
We return
to the vendor
but Mr. Hippie Pony Tail
won’t take them back.
“Fine, I’ll just sit here
all day and show people
what you tried to sell us.
He takes them back,
gives us our money
and we head to the Dole Plantation.
2 comments:
Funny! Poor mister ponytail!
Pamela
A plantation for unemployed people?
If ever I have been stranded on the road hippies have always come to my rescue...so I have a soft spot for them.
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