Lynn Levin: Buying Produce from the Marked-Down Cart
I rescue them at times from the back of the store—
cellophaned oranges and apples
I imagine them as little brains
thinking of the days when they were on the tree
and full of promise.
Mostly I leave the rusty beans, blotched pears
to the gleaners, calling to mind my days
as a gleaner at Dominick’s and Star
when I approached with furtive hunch
the scratched and bruised, bought them
with my meager pay. What a bounty of salads and pies
they made me who saved them from the heap.
More than anything I hate waste
and yet how much
of my own life have I let go unused.