Apron pressed to granite,
she calls Siri for a song,
and Ella moves her to rolling pin, pie pan,
stained card in an old hand.
Heavy cloth bag of green apples.
Humming “How About Me?” she skims
the polished wooden floor,
gathers spoons and spices.
Reaches through the window,
pulls shutters tight
as lightning cracks.
She harmonizes, sugar
into flour, milk into
butter, music into mood, swings
hips, kneads, presses dough
into heirloom dish, flat-bottom boat
docked and ready. Pares green
from white, seed from sweet flesh.
Slender moons crest from the dish.
She reaches for cinnamon, sugar,
blanket of dough to keep them warm.
In evening light, time deepens
the sweet. He opens the door to aroma.
Upstairs under the comforter
she hums, warms. Dreams a glimmer
of Granny Smith green,
whole again on the bough.
Dana Kinsey is a writer, actor, and teacher with poetry published by Writers Resist, One Art, Broadkill Review, For Women Who Roar’s 2020 Anthology, Spillwords, Fledgling Rag, Greatest City Collective, Silver Needle Press, Porcupine Literary. Her prose appears in Teaching Theatre and Tweetspeak. Dana's play, WaterRise, was produced at the Gene Frankel Theatre in Greenwich Village. Visit www.wordsbyDK.com, Twitter @wordsbyDK, or Instagram @dana.kinsey.