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Poems from Key West

You Gotta Have Soup

Doesn’t matter where you stay
where you hang or where you live
you have to eat you know
perhaps something through a sieve.

Like a brothy, frothy warm
beefy brew
with veggies, meat or some chicken
it’s too loose to be stew.

It could actually be thick
like chowder with clams
or a watery consistency
made with beans and with hams.

I prefer it when temps
are bitter and cold
but this edible gem
you can’t put on hold.

They made it for you
when you were just a tot
your Mom and your Grand
you loved it a lot.

It was ethnic with memories
passed down with love
from family long past
it fit like a glove.

You know what of I speak
so don’t spring a leak
you know you’ll lift the pot lid
just to take a peek.

It’s soup silly one
and it warms to the heart
whether made from scratch
or tossed into your cart.

Doug Heyman
Key West
January, 2005