Collard Greens
It's hard to find good collard greens
Where I live in New York.
You'll rarely find them hanging
Off a New York restaurant fork.
But I'm in Carolina now
So everywhere you look,
Some barbecue is being prepped
To very slowly cook.
Tonight I got to sample some
And you know what that means -
Along with my pulled pork there was
A heap of collard greens.
I savored every bite because
Tomorrow I'll be home.
The only collards there will be
Those mentioned in my poem.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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