the pie lady

she likes to make
pies
and sell them at the
farmers market
on pitt street.
Saturday and sunday
mornings from
eight am
until
she runs out.
her own recipes.
her own crust.
everything from scratch.
no cheating.
real butter and sugar.
she knows what people like.
apple, blueberry.
pumpkin and mince
meat when in season.
lemon pies
with the froth
of meringue just so.
peach
and the rare
pear pie, made to order.
she sits there in her
metal
folding chair
beneath an umbrella
and says little.
her hands are pink
from the kneading and washing,
the dicing of fruit.
they are thick
with time and work.
she's not there to
socialize
or make friends.
she lets her pies
do the talking.
the sign says cash only.
it's business, these pies,
just business.