The Kohls

Let's put our heart and soul 
In carefree cruise control
Now let's go for a stroll
Down this manicured knoll
Oh their tottering foal...
Look how beautiful!
We must have reached the Kohls
I hear their rock and roll
See salad in the bowl
Patties on the charcoal
Let's kiss and pay the toll
So here's our casserole
To make your table whole 
Oh let the good times roll! 

From High Up Here

From high up here, it's crystal clear:
His graded garden down the street—
its charcoal soil, the ancient bed
of colored life, the humid home
of carrots, pumpkins, yams, and corn;
tomatoes, radish, luscious beets;
cilantro, okra, tasty peas;
and melons (huge and juicy, near 
the orchid flowers); planted, grown,
and toiled upon for many hours
by swarthy hands that hurt, in gloves;
with grace and zeal, unsullied love—
resembles any other dirt.