Three Cherries

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Three Cherries

Three cherries,
you, me:
us—one,
translucent pearled,
the bright
fresh symbol—
Spring, renewal,
new beginnings,
red, red,
red, but,
not a
singular color,
but multiples
of variants
from dark
deep rich
Bings, to
Queen Anne’s,
Rainier’s (or
Queen Lorene’s),
and 100’s
of new
seen shadings,
species, a
plethora of
plump ripe
juicy shadings
(Ah! Bimbi,
for the
Medici, how
eyes newly
opened to
hues unknown—
from yellows,
pinks, to
swirls merged,
mixed, all
shadings imaginable,
many not
previously noticed),
the cherry
flaked, flecked
explosion of
all colors
on platters,
spilling over
on table,
floor, how
exquisite the
fruit, “dose
cherries,” ah!

The theme
emergent over
several days,
symbolic, coincidental,
planned, chosen,
ordained, fate,
who can
know, but
cherries velveteen
yr pants,
yr new
tight tee,
the hotel
wallpaper,
the salad
plates Filomena’s,
the bedspread,
cherry blossoms
beginning to
show in
the tidal
basin, cherries
budding along
the Parkway,
cherries covering
walls the
National Gallery
a la Bimbi,
cherries on
the memorabilia
in the
gift shop,
cherries at
the Botanical
Gardens in
the orchid
rain, cherries
on your
cheese cake
Sam & Harry’s,
Ah! Cherries!

Three cherries,
you—me:
us—one,
translucent pearled
the bright
fresh symbol
Spring, renewal,
new beginnings,
threes, threes,
threes, a
bunch, composed
of one
plus one
a new
unit two:
one, yes,
this made
thing “us”,
sparkly cherries,
wound tight,
deep bunch,
three cherries
you, me:
us—one.

Three cherries.

--March 20, May 13, 2002
Washington, DC & Lansing, MI
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