write a poem in monologue by someone who is dead, remembered from my childhood.
Mr. Servillo by arlene s bice
I was the vegetable & fruit man
pomodoro, peperone, melanzana, l’asparago
carota, spinaci, fungo, zucchina, carciofo
I grew most, carried to your door every week
fresh in season displayed in my open wagon
painted green, red wheels, colors of Italia
clop, clop, clop, down tarred streets of Trenton
drawn by my faithful horse, last one standing
cars and trucks slowed down, drove around me
lots of room in those days, sharing the roads
I was the last one rambling “verdure! frutta! qui!”
2 responses to “NaPoWriMo-day 8”
simpler time simpler life. great post
Thanks. He was the last of the last. The only horse and wagon i ever saw i town.