Dark Cherry Thoughts While Chewing Dried Montmorency Cherries

once you were pink booming across the valleys in sweet sleep

so summoning the birds from the ruins of antique fairy tales

there couldn't have been any more bridal dower than was yours.

as you appeared: pink clouded flowered; closer to Heaven  than we

seemed.

this Sunday afternoon wears on;soon it will be evening I think

pensively:

I will have gotten to the bottom of the bag by then

when I will realize and come to myself and with  no slight chagrin

murmur in shock, dismay

Dear Lord forgive me Chekov forgive me too, won't you?

for all the orchards I ate today.

mary angela douglas 12 september 2021