Tuesday, June 28, 2011


I watched Shannon’s cherry tree
Swaying softly next to the yellow bananas
Hanging by the window sill

The peanut butter slid down
The back of my throat and
Under my tongue
I was thirsty more than hungry
But I wanted to eat something first
The jar of peanut butter was all
That was ready and

It wasn’t what I wanted
I scooped out another spoonful
And licked it slowly
Go outside and
Join the others weeding
The garden lining the drive

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