For Arlene

by Meredith Clark Garlic, too, works through the weather, builds roots that way, grows taller, never falters. It, too, shows up with earth in its skin, braids tightly together the land and those who live it. Both leave bright traces, some sharp, clean taste on all the hands they touch. Both make from the inside out their own new scape.

This poem was commissioned by Ballard Farmers Market from Meredith Clark of the Poem Store in loving memory of Arlene Dabrusca of Anselmo Farms.