November 28, 2015 by Rosemerry
crimping the edges
of the pie crust as if
the world depends on it
*
hiding a key
inside the scent of baking apples—
hoping you’ll use it with me
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged pie, poem | 1 Comment
How can I not like a well-baked pun!
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How can I not like a well-baked pun!