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Tryst in the Middle of June
by Kristina Woodhill
waiting for cherries to ripen
trees generously loaded with fruit
a pink-purple sunset spreads gradually
over each smooth spherical canvas
our heads bent back
addressing the tree trunk's perspective
we walk around
and slowly around
ladder today?
ladder tomorrow?
robin on its nest
stationary as a carving
pretends we do not see it
one peep from within a blue shell
and we will be dive bombed
until wings and fledging
cherries continue to blush
at the brouhaha
they will cause
sweet juices
in a tight package,
not letting go
for free
hands prepare for bandages
heads choose sturdy hats
all this for a kiss,
of course, with eyes closed,
then
a slow, gentle
toothsome bite
love in the orchard
06/11/2016 Posted on 06/11/2016
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/11/16 at 06:38 PM Wow! This was so well done, i could picture it, the dive bombing birdies and all. I had my oungest out looking at our fig bush laden with green figs (but we were discussing how itchy those aprons adam and eve wore must've been lol) and never had a thought about the danger of the birds when they get ripe! Enjoyed this very much. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/11/16 at 06:39 PM oops ^
oungest= youngest grand babies
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/14/16 at 04:28 PM LOL Sounds juicy! Count me in. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/01/16 at 12:16 PM This is a stupendous poem from top to bottom and jeweled with some unforgettable lines, like ( stationary as a carving ) ( not letting go for free ). How can sweetness and love not be costly, exacting its pound of cherry pits? |
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