Friday, August 7, 2015

Cut down to a stump

The southwest corner of the yard was empty
the nanking cherry bush, so carefully tended and loved
cut to the ground, mere stumps poking up amongst the
I almost cried, remembering how carefully I picked that
bush from the others to replace the one which had
died, the one that had white cherries
that tasted so sweet on the tongue.

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