Pie - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
Pie is a great idea
Like Rome was.
It's the idea of pie that keeps
My nose pressed to the bakery window
Decades after I've grown tired
Of the taste and smell.
A wedge of pie, on
A white plate beside
A tall glass of milk,
Cannot inspire or satisfy like pie
Whole and uncrumbled
On display behind glass or
Cooling on a windowsill.
Whole and uncrumbled,
Like the colosseum in Rome in its day.
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