Stalling

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

Appealing

It wasn’t what I wanted

I scooped out another spoonful

And licked it slowly

Stalling

Go outside and

Join the others weeding

The garden lining the drive

2003-2004?