Making Pizza – A Poem

Today for the first time I hear Fall knocking on the door. Pandora is serenading me – Patti Griffin, Joan Osborn, Cat Power, Stevie Nicks… Child slumbering. Toes toasty in fuzzy pink socks. The extra large mug of tea on the desk still half full of milky warmth. And rain. Absent 67 days. A reminder to gather and store. I want to…

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