Monday, June 7, 2010

Children of Iowa Land

straps digging into my forearm
as I lug bags to the kitchen
gently resting on the floor
as from a magician's top hat
appear rainbows of flavor
strawberries like speckled garnets
gently-firm yellow tomatoes
their flesh nearly bursting
streaked green of new cukes
and creamy white cheese
sharp and young
children of Iowa land
each born of care and love




(I apologize for being late.  Blogger was down last night and I was unable to post.)