ODE TO PIEROGI

What golden goodness awaits me on the plate
Succulent morsels oozing with fruit and cheese
Float in a savory pool.
I don’t need a fork.
 
Crusty bits of heaven call me to the table
Tiny packages of mushroom bliss
Rise like crescent moons over the butter sea.
Don’t get in my way.
 
The perfume rises and tickles my nose
Little pies in the baker’s shop window
Seduce the hungry to feed.
Hey, that one’s mine!
 
Cherry, potato, onion and kraut
Lie beneath your sautéed skin
Open up, here it comes
On second thought, get your own.
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