Bowl Of Cherries Poem by Wayne Wickham

Small, round and sweet.
Sitting together in a vague circle,
Surrounded by tasteless china.
Stems thrusting out of the fruit,
Seeming to point at you and me.
Slowly I raise one to my mouth,
Stricken by overwhelming hunger.
Sinking my teeth into its tender flesh,
Sweetness fills my mouth,
Sending pleasure throughout my body.
Stimulated by taste, I
Stick one up my nose,
Smelling the sickening aroma, yet
Serving no other purpose.
Secretly you think I'm being
Stupid, yet you only tell me that I'm
Silly, and to please stop it.
Sorry, I say, as I
Swallow the entire bowl of cherries.

WDW
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