Here, the Blueberry Pies Are Magic  

small coffee shop, restaurant,
café, I guess,
oil paintings on walls
depicting outer space

the woman your mother’s age
behind the counter
says to you while the stereo
is playing “Sunshine
Of Your Love”
by Cream,

“By gosh, here the blueberry pies
are magic. Take Agnes, for instance,
tumors gone, just like that.”

finger snap

outside the robins sing,
plucking worms
from soft
earth

© 2006 Captain Fathead