by Carol Schoen
The girl walked into the overgrown
meadow, wheat-colored grass
concealing secrets.
And then she saw it:
sunshine spewing radiance
from the sign: Cornell Dubilier —
a whiff of college,
of great French artisans.
There is no value in explaining
that it is a company that makes
electronic capacitors —
the child knew she had found
a magical kingdom hidden right there
in the middle of New Jersey.
Carol Schoen wrote her first poems for Sarah White’s study group and has been chugging along happily ever since.