Enga mellom fjella

Pie

Pie

        Two cold crows cry,

         piercing the peace,

            holding off winter,

                    spying PIE à la mode

                              warming the thoughts,

                              teasing their tongues,

                              apple's golden goad.

                             © Kåre Enga 2007 [164.278] 2007-10-09

IMAGES:

Purple bells of morning glory; chartreuse gladiola; clear blue sky; fresh mown grass; sparkling aqua bits of glass.

Overheard:

A poet using these two nouns: syruper and syrup-virgin.

"Girl, where have you been?"
"I've been trapped in Kansas", Ashley.

Ashley: "Poetry should be like oki-yo-e, pictures of the floating world."

Me:

A headache, diarrhea all night and now a headache again.

Kansas: 81º at 2 p.m. under crystalline blue skies.

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