Prancing hoofs twix thin-rimmed high wheels
slowly guide through patchworked farm weald--
haystacks cross-stitched next to cornstalks,
appliqued with dark green forests.
Black cab leads by dusty backroad
to plain clutch of white frame abodes,
bustling tie-up by a boardwalk,
pungent, plankfloored butcher’s meat-shop.
Haunches, cheeses hang in huge chunks,
sausages sliced varied new lengths,
Smokey smells entwine glass cases,
celebrate their delicacies.
Over hills spread gold with sunshine,
paper-wrapped and tied with old twine,
aromatic amish parcels
borne to gastronomic farewells.
first published in Twilight Ending
first published in Twilight Ending
also published in Illinois State Poetry Society
also published in GLORY IN THE ORDINARY Chapbook
also published in Poetry Atlas
©2001 Bonnie Manion