Festival

Sometimes you can't believe how much
of a homebody you've become.

Everyone can't stop talking about 
all the fairs— Greek, craft, art, beer.

In a dream you manage to try 
all the things at each place: bacon 

waffle cones, loukoumades, pumpkin
beer, cream ale. Someone takes 

your hand and leads you into the circle
for syrtaki; bodies glisten in barbecue-

charred air. On the kitchen counter, 
beans wait to be peeled. The red

cheek of a tomato makes you happy;
the yellow zing of lemons.