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American Life in Poetry: Market Day

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By Ted Kooser

Our wars come home, sooner or later. Judith Harris lives in Washington, DC, and in this poem gives us a veteran of Iraq back among the ordinary activities of American life.

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End of Market Day

At five, the market is closing.

Burdock roots, parsley, and rutabagas

are poured back into the trucks.

The antique dealer breaks down his tables.

Light dappled, in winter parkas

shoppers hunt for bargains:

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