The Life of Pie
Out of the oven
Flaunts its flaky crust,
Tinged with golden brown.
Pumpkin, chocolate, pecans or apples,
The siren on the countertop calls.
Oven-baked pheromones entice,
Satisfaction a mouthful away.
On the dessert plate
Feigns such helplessness,
Yet it controls all.
Dares you to finish every morsel,
Even if your stomach has no room.
Your tongue licks the China plate,
And the victory is complete.
From the refrigerator
Begs for your embrace,
A lover cast aside.
You transfer an insignificant slice,
To a plate with a cracked, plain finish.
Soggy crusts have no power,
For the mighty bathroom scale rules.
Laurel Anne Hill
Causes Laurel Hill Supports
Winter Nights Shelter and Shelter, Inc.