the mind’s pie (20170705)

summer strolls through
my backyard
leaving peaches fall
baking in the sun
attended by fig beetle and
overwhelming sweet fermenting scent
fills the air
a thousand pies all at once

i long
for the taste of melting
ice cream on my tongue
the coarse grains
of the vanilla bean

a car
on the freeway honks
and i pretend it’s
one of lake geese