My book club is doing poetry this month. The meeting
is tonight. I decided to find some of them poems I wrote
a few years back. Found this one. I had completely forgotten
it.

NEBRASKA CORN CHOWDER

It's all I think about lately
Whenever I'm hungry
I dream about it
The richness of the cream
The sweetness of the corn
The tang of the onion
The smoky, salty bacon
The tender potatoes
The piquant paprika

I picture myself cooking
Husking fresh corn
Picked early that morning
Sold from the back of a pickup truck
Cutting corn from the cob
The sweet juices flowing
Frying thick slices
Of meaty slab bacon
Peeling the rich brown skin
From an Idaho potato
Dicing it into perfect cubes
Crying over the onions

I picture myself eating
Finally sitting down
To feast on the golden stew
It's just as I dreamed
My hunger subsides
For now

Kate

--
Kate Connally
“If I were as old as I feel, I’d be dead already.”
Goldfish: “The wholesome snack that smiles back,
Until you bite their heads off.”
What if the hokey pokey really *is* what it's all about?