Poem #26

Longing
Among the leaves
the hot light filters
cool through green
the air silk
I breath the red scent
of cherries.
A good year
a glut too full
too fat-bellied
for the birds to strip
this year we will all have fruit
enough.
High in the tree
I close my eyes
feel the summer murmuring
around me
I will not come down
though my bowl is heaped
and everything ripe
within my reach is plucked.
I will not come down
from this gentle space
where time unfurls more slowly
than a rose and drowsy August
warms me to the bone.

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