Lunch Lady

by revbillcook

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.