Thursday’s Poem: Butter or pie

Butter or pie

We left Portland early. By 8am, at least. On our way out to Hood River we decided that we had no idea where we were going. “The Fruit Loop” was the answer, where it started was the question. The fellow at the Mobile (just off the highway) was real helpful, sent us up the right hill, said “go clockwise, the apples only get better as the hours pass”. There were fruit stands everywhere, but we wanted a real experience, picking apples for ourselves. The first orchard was a bust, I guess that guy at the gas station was right. They did have farm animals though. Never been so close to a pig. Man, that little fucker stank. At the second orchard, “Mallory’s”, or “Mallardies”, or something, we scored big. 20 pounds it seemed. And the pickers were having a fiesta, dancing to Nortena music, selling tamales for a $1.25, (all the hot sauce you could pour), and warm cider. I had two, Megan had one and some bites of my second. On our way home we talked about what we were going to do with all those apples. I said apple butter, Megan wanted pie. There was probably enough for both.

- Michael Bussmann

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About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

3 thoughts on “Thursday’s Poem: Butter or pie

  1. A pirate, history relates
    Was scuffling with some of his mates
    When he slipped on a cutlass
    Which rendered him nutless
    And practically useless on dates.

  2. …nice meter, nice flow, tells a good little story…i like it…

    …hell, no, not ‘butter or pie’…i’m talkin’ about db’s pirate poem…