Poetry About Hamburgers

The patty hisses where the cook has seasoned the grill. Onions turn sweet beside a row of waiting buns. Someone argues for pickles; someone adds too much mustard. A paper basket arrives warm enough to fog the window. Lunch becomes quiet for the length of the first bite. Simple food can hold an entire roadside afternoon.

Onions turn sweet beside a row of waiting buns. Comfort is sometimes served in paper and eaten by hand. A paper basket arrives warm enough to fog the window. Even hamburgers keeps more than one meaning in view. A familiar meal can mark a place on the map.

The patty hisses where the cook has seasoned the grill. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Someone argues for pickles; someone adds too much mustard. Lunch becomes quiet for the length of the first bite. A familiar meal can mark a place on the map. Simple food can hold an entire roadside afternoon.