you standing on a chair
next to me at the counter
our four arms
in synch
our four hands
on the pie crust
fork between your little fingers
pressing birds' feet around
the edges that will contain
the farm-grown pumpkin
faces of the grannies
peeking over our shoulders
like visions
in a mother-daughter
country-western duet
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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This is so dear.
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