Cherries And Cream - Poem by Jon Butter
God kisses angels from sleep like
waves rippling the sun into
a million tiny diamonds.
We eat cherries and cream
for breakfast and I look
at you like the gulls,
floating on the updraft,
hoping for scraps.
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