Monday, April 16, 2018

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.

5 comments:

  1. Dear Les,

    I love your poem about the humorous journey of a crinkled fry.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  2. LOL, I'll never feel the same way about dropping a chip

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  3. This tickled my fancy Les, I had to read it twice to follow the words right. Thanks for the smiles.
    Knight Writer

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  4. Nicely done. I enjoyed "Fries," Les. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ
    (www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)

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  5. Dear Les,

    I enjoyed this creative journey and see that others are too. Congratulations! Best wishes with all your writings.

    Blessings,
    Karen

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