Four days out of the oven

This was her pie—a peck of apples

some walnuts, a pear,

done up with butter-flake dough,

sprinkled with cinnamon sugar.


Juice-smeared blade

set on fresh laundered towel;

bowls, pans, measuring cups

flour coated, the tin slick with butter.


Grooves in the lattice—

second thoughts, realignments,

thoughts vanished with the thinker.


When she died, the recipe died with her,

her last pie, retrieved from the deep freeze

where she stored garden beans,

bunches of kale, this year’s asparagus,

and meats she bought on sale.


A pie for us

to celebrate her life by.


Around the room, I watch mourners’ forks

crush notches where her thumb

pushed the dough between two fingers,

held slightly apart.

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Patrick Dobson

Patrick Dobson was founded in 1962. He is a writer, scholar, ironworker, and poet who lives in Kansas City, MO. He is author of two books with the University of Nebraska Press, Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains (2009) and Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer (May 2015). Dobson is a work in progress until termination.

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