If you walk straight through those open markets,
it's like a gradient of dreamy smells;
Start with the veggies – crisp chard, and carrot's
slight sweetness when uncooked, as the air swells:
Potatoes are scentless, but sniff the breeze
as nearby mints prick your nose with coolness,
effecting a segue, over fresh peas
in the pod to God in the fruits' caress:
In your eyes and your nose – swirls of color
and smells of heaven that tempt old ladies
to have a go at one grape, another
without buying, giggling like babies:
Like the very first taste man had of fruit,
the sweetness takes hold as passion takes root.