These are a few picks from two back-to-back events, the first being a Friday evening market; and the second being Rhubarb Fest, in which I shared a booth with the Lanesboro Arts Center. From my chair I saw rhubarb stalk-throwing, listened to the singing group Rhubarb Sisters, tasted rhubarb leather, and was visited by the Rhubarb Queen, a poet bedecked in pink and green, for a poem! More on that later, maybe… First, a poem from Friday unlike any other poem I’ve written.
We’re a lot alike, people and pigs.
Can you guess this person’s profession?