Fifteen Pies and Counting
There is a breeze up here at the top of the world at the bottom of the park. Down below the people roam in the dark on hot pavement. But here we toast healthcare by moonlight. Up here we nibble on crab salad and cherry pie. —– In the morning, Bel will join Nan in the sky; D will sell pancakes in the sun; and pie will join pie to meet the princess of Harlem.