Monday Poetry Train: Hop On!
A little German song
Red, white, and green: La Casa serves lunch and
dinner under a canopy, under
the skies of Pfalzish Germany—the land
of standing pines, stormy skies, and thunder.
The Kellnerin can, in three languages,
ask what you’d like to eat—Was moechten Sie
essen?—so you can order. A jewel:
rare blue skies beckon. Remember the sea?
Sun, air, skies, and petunias smoothly blend
with salmon, dill sauce, rice, and salad in
a cornucopia; its ascending
flavors please mortals, gods, and cherubim.
What better way to please the sens’ous heart,
then feed body, mind, and soul a la carte?
This poem was written in a land far away, long ago before my illness. It brings back good memories of writing and eating.
Cyn
