to win me over by telling me about
the blueberry
pie
she just baked and took
out of the oven.
it's a crumble crust,
she says.
it's warm,
like me.
sweet and juicy.
made with fresh blueberries
from a country field,
so blue. so easily
to slice
through. you might want
more
once the first piece
is through.
i'll put it on the shelf
and let it cool.
i'll set out a plate, a fork
and knife.
a tall glass of milk.
come soon.
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