I’ve wanted to write my version of Spoon River Anthology about County Route 20 (for the sake of anonymity I should probably call it Route 21) for a long long time. I have some pieces. Small poems. Maybe this summer I’ll write some more. Like today.
Bertha first and only
neighbor who came to visit
when we moved in 31 years ago carried
a peanut butter pie with a recipe
in case I wanted
to make my own Bertha wore
a church hat when she knocked on
the door with her pie
wrapped in aluminum foil recipe
taped right in the center.
Said she’d been a nurse. Don’t ask me
nursing questions I don’t remember answers.
Do you have any questions for me? Yes she said.
Are you people Catholics?
One of us is Jewish .
Jewish she replied,
and shook my hand goodbye.
The pie was too sweet but I saved
her recipe. Bertha’s penmanship