It’s a simple fact;
you’re a cherry picker.
Pick over those delights
with your discerning taste
full of flavorful hints;
integrity, class, and other
juicy tidbits
that texture the choices
of your life’s recipe.
A recipe spiced with idealistic
experience or lack thereof.

Oh you cherry pick
to satisfy your elegant longing
for the subtle and refined
from your boom lift;
precariously perched in prayer
for the things you cannot control.
Reality, with its own script, does not follow
a path of individual wants or fervent
wishes leaving you to
falter through the arboreta
of disappointment.

Yes, cherry picker,
camping is a method,
but you prefer to bolt and break.
Though it may be a hollow score
every point counts in this game.
As you wipe the sweat
onto your pant leg, it’s the sugary
aroma that draws her to you.
What makes her better than the rest?
She smiles and you will never quite know
why she climbed your tree.

06/14/2013

Posted on 06/14/2013
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