At 1 pm on a March day

a thought visited me

that I took seriously:

“I want to make a pumpkin pie this afternoon.”

Of course, I never made one — no, not one

in all my many years!


After a pleasant nap that thought returned —

and the one I live with humored me.


A little shopping to collect our needs

preceded our simple efforts in a bowl —

and a  pie dish was made ready for the crust.


Fifteen minutes of kitchen action

and an oven prepared to bake an hour

was all it took.


How delicious it was to eat

the product of that simple thought!


Of course we had to wait —

the pie must cool.


When all was ready

we cut two generous slices

and   dabbed  cool whip upon our treasure.


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