Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

24thOct. × ’09

To make a pie from scratch
is a labor of love
faith in what will come
of many minor elements
including self
to outdo the glory of berries alone.

I make you pie
because we have the ingredients,
(A pantry I’ve never known,
oh to taste this is such bliss,
I might melt
in a happy
spoonful
your mouth
warm
sweet
tangy
irreplaceable
each grain of flour
snowflaking
uniqueness

memsmerizing flavors
molding, delicious moments
ours to hold).

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