Under a yellow umbrella
the hot dog vendor stirs
her cauldron of bubbling sauerkraut,
air thick with the smell of sausage.
Children running from kick ball
and hop scotch, mesmerized,
stop to watch hot dogs slowly turn
above the glowing orange grill.
Adults reading their papers,
pay no attention
to her quiet incantations,
and never notice the moon
rising in her dark eyes.