Thursday, August 27, 2009

Peach Pie


they will walk in at midnight
to find themselves enveloped
in the smell of freshly baked
peach pie.
they will find some raw dough
sitting in a bowl on the dinette
table, a small vice he
always loved.
they will see that the bed
is made up, the scent of
newly washed sheets
will smooth the frayed
edges of travel as
they drift off to
sleep.

1 comment:

frizatch said...

Thanks for letting me steal some of it! YUM.