Cherry Pits & Grape Leaves

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0 posted 2003-05-22 02:36 PM

Cherry Pits & Grape Leaves

Do not send children
Out into the summer breeze
To stand beneath cherry trees
In shady surround
Of buzzing flies and lazy bees
To fill buckets with plinkets of cherries
For the sun is their cohort
In warming fragrant fluids,
And little fingers may squeeze just hard enough
To say

Ah, I have bruised this one, oh well,

And plop,
Black-red fruit passes beautiful white teeth
Onto a tongue in search
Of heavenly juices…

And pits are all the buckets will hold.

Do not send children
Into the fall, where they prevail in height by
Morning’s long shadows, to seek grapes
Shaded in heavy leafed foliage
Of summer’s green,

Where tree frogs croak summer’s
End, but dog-days play awhile
With one’s senses,
Urging a hurried gathering
Of memories to see one through
Winter’s gray,

For eager fingers will fill full with bunched siblings,
All deeply purple crowned, succulently sugared
From warmer days when they hid
Under umbrella’ing leaves,
Lauding themselves rotund with intense
Flavors, in wait of the vat,

If they could but escape the just one
Pleas, before swift fingers plop plop plop into mouths
And bellies fill, sugary sweet, while all that falls into
The wanting crate is the cradle of grape leaves,
Orphaned from their charges of summer.

No, do not send your issue
To gather up summer’s reds or purples,
For your pie shall be an empty shell,
Your crystal glass will sparkle
In wanting wait,

And you will only know
From glowing faces
And smacking lips
That harvest was a success.

El_Campeador
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