Published in Mid-America Poetry Review Autumn/Winter Issue, 2008
She found him in the yellow pages. "Do you sell pecans?" "Yes Ma'am, we do." "I make a killer pecan pie, how 'bout a trade?" "You've got a deal." "I have two, still warm from the oven." "I'll take both." She delivered the pies, purchased oranges, plums, pineapple and grapefruit. She bundled out, arms loaded with fruit, and all the pecans previously displayed on his counter. His voice followed her to the car, "My favorite is coconut cream, still warm from the oven."
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