Strong enough to carry
a war army on your back
union of purpose
heart with hand
sun buffs floated
through green gold wheat.
Strong enough to carry
40,000 acres of last-patch farmland
through Morgan County
bank notes.
Magnetized into
cooperation through
the sea-crested toiling
of cauldrons...
Still strong enough to carry
every kitchen in this neighborhood
from Poland
and Mexico
and Kankakee.
Strong enough to hold
as if in factory- calloused hands
Spices
Sausages
Salt
The mornings diminish
by twos and threes
and birds of differing songs
land in wheatfields...
on the fingerslips.
clever and true: : : I love cooking and i am looking forvard to part TWO 'ode to a potato love and peace pia
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I would like to translate this poem
i don't get it. no cheese?