Morgan Michaels


Cherries - Poem by Morgan Michaels

In their blue-black coats,
a sun-splash for an epaulet,
they're tasty this year,
extra glossy fat:
God alone knows how-
some years are like that.

Coming home from Costco
one by one, we toss them back
(they're irresistible)
spitting out the pits
(they fall into cracks)
we mean to be trees
but doubt ever will:
longer mornings needed
we agree, for that,
and deeper soil
to sink roots in
than any here in the 'hood;
a higher sky, a
particular slant of rain,
and the friendship of their kind.

Anyway, we can't resist
and as we come home
fish them out faster,
by the two's,
by the three's, now,
from their paper ships:
faster and faster,
pop off the stems
and toss them back,
buffing them, first, on our shirts.

Topic(s) of this poem: food, love


Comments about Cherries by Morgan Michaels

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/24/2016 3:39:00 AM)


    Appetizing slice of work, indeed...My Dad loved to drop a single cherry in his traditional Manhattan that he looked forward to when he came home at night...Enjoyed this...Solid crafting ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 15, 2017


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