Peaches,
and strawberries.
She tastes like cherries.
I have a peach tree
and a strawberry patch.
A quarter mile from my home
a fence.
Further yet, my neighbor;
to whom I have talked
about the fruits of our labor.
She complains of splinters.
I wrestle with a pair of tweezers.
She has painted her nails red,
red like cherries.
She stopped painting her nails
red,
until my neighbor arrived,
planting his first cherry tree.
Written: 5 June 2007
