at seven
she rises to bake
a pie
then put it
on the sill
to cool.
impatient,
you can hardly
wait to
dig in with
a fork, or
spoon.
just a taste
you say,
but no she says,
later,
for now we
have other things
to do.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
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