Cherry Picking
I wrote a poem at a workshop in 2009 and it has been sitting in a drawer since. Time for it to see the light of day.
I wrote a poem at a workshop in 2009 and it has been sitting in a drawer since. Time for it to see the light of day.
I stand on the ladder picking
shiny
little
cherries
from the tree outside
the kitchen window.
Mom calls out to us,
“Save some for pie —
I'll
bake
tomorrow”.
But, already,
my lips are red
and the
pips
clatter
against my teeth as I
spit them
to
the
ground.