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
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!