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Joe Cottonwood


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In the store it catches his eye.
The boy asks, "What's that?"
I answer: "Pocket pie."
"A what?"
"A pie that fits in your pocket. Want one?"
Of course.
Back home, parked, we stay in the front seat
of the truck. The boy turns the radio on.
Age two and a half, he chooses rock.
I drink a beer. He bites crust, apple goo.
Saturday afternoon, April,
sweet as pie.

 

© by Joe Cottonwood.
Used here with the author's permission.

 

 


Joe Cottonwood is a semi-retired contractor with a lifetime of small jobs repairing homes. He lives with his high school sweetheart under redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, caring for curly-haired dogs and straight-haired grandchildren. Joe's latest book is Random Saints. Learn more about him at www.joecottonwood.com.

              

 

 


Post New Comment:
Michael:
Dear Joe--lovely moment. Just right to brighten the day for YDP poets and readers. Thank you.
Posted 04/14/2017 12:00 PM
JanetruthMartin:
love the poem and the photo you shared, Jayne:) I've never had a pocket-pie. Never heard of them! I'll have to see if we sell them in Canada.
Posted 04/14/2017 10:13 AM
Sarah Russell:
Put a smile on my face this morning. Love this poem!
Posted 04/14/2017 08:37 AM
rhonasheridan:
A sweet little poem. You get a wonderful image of the gooey apple pie! Loved the photo,
Posted 04/14/2017 04:09 AM


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