My mom’s last pie
Was a peach pie,
Sticky sweet
In the heat of August.
With sunflowers
And black-eyed Susans
In a vase by the window.
I made the crust with inexpert hands.
While she peeled peaches in the sunlight.
As we chatted
At the counter
Like a million times before.

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