| Cherries and Pink A soft blossom took my eye on a sweet cherry wood trunk no twig for a pedestal blooming straight from the bough pasteling my winter eye I knew it had to stay as t'was no way to whisk it off whole to whisk it off whole there on a posed bough it remained smiling at the wet road home I sat and put my heavy down and ate up cherries and pink, there by the orchard's bending fence in the sun's descending blush yes there in the ever greying light I worshipped freshborn Spring ... shalome � 2004 |