Cherry Bombs
I got up today sure I could write
something
to save the world
or at least make it take notice,
but got distracted by a cherry turnover.
I never saw any tree these cherries grew on
nor laborer that
picked them.
Did he know the power they held;
how they could thwart destiny.
So many of them
blended into red
dots in green clumps
that defer to even the gentlest breezes.
How do they contain this force,
these shiny little pliant
plumpnesses
shrouded in pastry houses by stoic bakers,
and eulogized in plasticene coffins
on supermarket islands.
If I am to preside as mystic priest
of comprehension
why do I just think
only how good they will taste.
-Jerry Wendt 2012
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