DUTCH AT THE MARKET

A Poem by Rene Velez

Chairs made of wood
by a craftsman's hand,
some rock, some still,
a build of tradition,
a tradition of God's will,
I place a hand upon
such works and give
a pleasant smile to the clerks
garbed in black and white
selling homemade goods,

Rustic it seems,
We dream, from scratch
pretzels and fresh baked
breads by the batch,
chocolates and pies
catch the eye
and a thought to the fresh
eggs sitting on the shelf
wishing one
would mysteriously hatch,

to converse of the like
words floating through time
similarities we catch
Exchanging nickels and dimes,

Bonnets, flat tops and straw hats
bustling through the lines
standing as tall as they can
without idle hands.

© 2014 Rene Velez