I was at the Ballard Market today, educating the North End about the future of real estate. The best part (besides the incredible people and dog watching)?
Ballard Farmer's Market Poetry
I had the pleasure of being located right next to the poets who regularly work the market. For a modest fee ($5-$20) one of they will gladly type out (manual style - classic!) a poem on a topic of your choice. Super cool.
Since we're expecting a little revenue, I decided to commission a poem for Houses.Direct. The day was glorious, I chatted with a bunch of folks, I handed out several flyers... the day deserved a poem.
Houses.Direct on a Glorious Early Spring Day
At the Ballard Farmer's Market, in Poetry
from hand to hand.
Communities are these.
Honed into homes
where our beds are kept;
in the presence of friendship
bends like a rainbow
no price, tho’ a pot of gold
secures so securely in family.
The worth in spending
time living life,
reflects in how you spend it.
-- 3/11/18 firstname.lastname@example.org
As gently edited and titled (gulp) by me.