Pie in the Sky

oh dear
i fear
that i
can't fly
but if
you sniff
you soar
for more
more what?
a glut
the sky
is pie
and i
know why
because
of fuzz
that flies
and cries
and sighs
and dies
and then
the jinn
comes through
the slough
and takes
and bakes
the pie.

(This is a cooperative poem by Aravis and me-- we switched off composing lines. It was fun!)