Cherries

I remember when cherries were a beautiful
thing to eat and two attached were a prize,
twice the taste in the bowl of my childhood.
I remember and know I'm fortunate
to have the memory. I might never
have tasted them. I might lose that imprint
on my brain. I lost a lot more and I'm
still living.

~January 19, 2011

like that

Sad like cement
full like a sock of beans
empty like the last day of school

~January 9, 2011