Cherished cherries

I cherish the cherries
we ate together,
that time we
went cherry picking
and climbed those
old wooden ladders
up the thick trees and
worried about falling off.
The dark little fruits
were superripe
and bursting with juice.

In the kitchen,
we tried to remove the stones
with some gadget,
but it didn’t work very well–
so we ate and ate
and spit the stones across the room
and laughed
and loved the taste
and stained our fingers and shirts
and
had a grand time.

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