Beet Poetry

At the farmer's market, I buy yams from the smiling Greek woman with six kids who sells produce from her family's farm. She's a poet, but  doesn't write. The way she displays her family's vegetables and cheerily speaks with her customers about her sister's new baby born prematurely, or which potatoes are good for mashing, she reminds me yet again, that not all poets write, and not all poems are written down. Poetry is in the eye, and ear, of the beholder ~