Fries--By Les Epstein--United States

Fries

I’ve a begging new matter

To consider

Now that I’ve crossed

A crinkled fry

Sadly dropped from a beloved

Tray of beef, bun and wilted lettuce

Into patched Crab Grass

Hugging the Norfolk tracks

Over, which crinkled cars,

Ramble on to Charleston

With gas from which

Fryers may gear up

To boil more crinkled fries

Les Epstein is a poet, playwright and opera librettist.His work has appeared in journals in the United States, Philippines, India, and the U.K. Recent credits include Eyedrum Periodically, Interstice, Mojave River Review, Fourth & Sycamore, and Saudade. He teaches in Ronaoke, VA.