Ode on Pot Roast
David Enyedy
Roasted beef emitting smells of home
Taste of you keeps me there where ever I should roam.
Mom is standing over an open pot
While Dad and I give pool our best shot.
Walking through Hebron’s brown, green, and grey,
I wish to be at home eating pot roast today.
My mouth waters at the succulent taste of it
But the only food here is like shit.
Foods like it make home nice,
Tiny piece of home comes with me tonight.
Making me full, feeling fat.
I love returning home, because that’s where it’s at.