PEACH PIE
by Conversations With Sasquatch Author Richard Rensberry
The Sasquatch children
bring me peaches
ripe and warmed by the sun.
They bring rain water,
nasturtiums and honey comb.
They leave me a stone
rolling pin, a hollowed stump
with ground kenaf flour
and a huge carved bowl
for mixing fruit,
cinnamon, and cloves.
I heat my stove
to three hundred fifty degrees;
crack an egg of quail
and glaze the crust; then
clove and cinnamon dust
the honied peaches. I bake
and whip fresh sweet cream.
Done, I set the steaming pie
on the kitchen sill to cool. Patiently
I wait for their little feet. I can hear them
whisper as the porch boards creak,
then a giggle and a hand
reaches up
to steal my heart.
7/23/21 Richard Rensberry
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