Sunday, September 11, 2016

Blueberry pie

the crust is hugging the bluberries
warm butter arms folding around each
and everyone, the big and small,
perfect blues and some a little green.
and when I eat the crust hugging the 
berries, the butter melts across my tongue,
still warm, and the cold vanilla bean
ice cream slides along my tongue,
the flavors dance and sidle,
my eyes roll up under my eyelids
and I look towards heaven,
since homemade blueberry pie is 
isn't it?

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