By Bob Boldt
Ripe, white cherries fill a 1941 Noritaki bowl
on my kitchen counter as the sun slants,
three days younger than the Autumnal Equinox,
September 23, 2019.
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Their white flesh seems to inspire
the bowl’s opalescent glaze as well as the promise
of sweetness over teeth and tongue.
It’s as if all this fecundity is somehow
taunting me, warning me.
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One hardly dares to tell what that summer sun
will see three days younger than Equinox 2050,
when the cherries are gone
and the Noritaki bowl is done.
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| Copyright © 2020 by Bob Boldt |
Globalization of that innocent verb, “snip”! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteSo good to see you back in the saddle Bob, with another gem for us to enjoy. Hoping for many more jewels like this!
ReplyDeleteBob,
ReplyDeleteBravo!