PANCAKES

I bless the blueberry pancakes’ origin,
Polka-dotted with fifty berries, each
A golden-tinted griddle masterpiece;
Crisp outs1de, softly firm within;

Laved with the maple syrup’s flowing jug;
Butter in abundance accompanied
By country sausages, spicy and rich, preceded
By chilled and fresh-squeezed orange juice; a mug

Of coffee freshly filled. And all is served
At a dahlia-centered table, out on the deck,
A sunny view to the heron-feeding creek.
Oh friends, what dcd we ever do to deserve

The final boon, the being with people who
Love to be with us, people that we love too.

(126, September 6, 1993)

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