DRIED LAVENDAR

I’m quite bitter. I came here for the brash. To be ignored in the sea of people. But as I ponder over dried or fresh lavender in the farmer’s market, a young woman speaks, regarding the lavender, wanting to know what I think…then an older woman joins from the outskirts, agreeing that this is truly a dilemma and though she has no solution, it does smell nice. More people yield because they simply must know the angst. I chose the dried. The older woman left empty handed and the young one stepped back from the cashier pondering over her pick of fresh English.