The Last Lettuce

by Rie Sheridan Rose

Creeping into the market hall,

after all have come and gone…

the janitor in the corner

mops up after the crowd.


I cannot come to market days…

I have no cash to buy.

And so I creep into the hall,

to see if there are scraps.


Upon a table near the wall,

a lone head of lettuce stands.

I reach a hand to take it…

and stop.


The caterpillars found it first.

Writhing lines of living legs.

They nibble at the edges,

hungrier than I.


Perhaps I’ll take it anyway,

carry it home to my hovel

and share it with the worms.

There’s plenty for us all…


and butterflies will dance with joy.

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Writers Bio

Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including On Fire, Hides the Dark Tower,  and Killing It Softly Vol. 1 and 2. She has authored ten novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. More info on She tweets as @RieSheridanRose.

Inspirational ImageIn the market hall by Cath Barton by Cath Barton

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by Devon Balwit

'The Value of Shadows'
by Linda Imbler

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by Nancy Jorgensen

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