Written for: Poetic Asides #371 – Ekphrastic (written from artwork)
Nathan’s, a Mecca in the heart
of Brooklyn. Every part of a
child’s fantasy in one place–
sizzling hot dogs, fat french fries
peeking out of a paper cone. Could not
master the art of walking
while eating fresh corn-on-the-cob
dripping with butter, but what
a tantalizing scent. Bent over
laughing when someone told me
that Nathan’s sold frog’s legs
in sandwiches. Thought they were
teasing, because I was a kid.
Then I found out they did!
Still love you, Nathan’s,
but I will never eat frogs legs,
bun or no bun.